Weather to say sorry I exist, or to apologize perfusely for something I didn’t do.

I am nothing to you, and I will become nothing, I amount to wasted space, a waste of resources that could be used on others.

I am an item to you, easily disposable, and yet.. I’m still around.

Why do all the things I hear, shame me for who I am?  I could easily retort that it’s not your body it’s mine, and that it’s not your life but mine, and then again I have no control over my life, he does, his name is society.

Like an abusive boyfriend, society tells me I’m not good enough, that I’ll never amount to anything, that I’ll always be nothing.

That is why I don’t know weather to say sorry I exist, or to apologize for the “wasted space”