I’m sorry,
I’m sorry for giving you the wrong impression,
The impression that you think I hate you,
The impression that you think I just don’t want to be around you.
You see I am not the one driving this vehicle, I am only the passenger,
The passenger with no seat belt praying to God that we don’t crash,
And who is driving you might ask?
Well that answer is quite complicated you see,
Because the fact is that I can’t see
I can only hear,
Hear her say that I better not talk to you or she will step on the gas,
The gas that makes me shake and cry if I am not able to speak what’s on my mind,
The gas that makes me mispronounce the words that you pronounce to be right,
And every day I profoundly fight,
fight back the tears that I can’t seem to oppress ,
As I am depressed,
Depressed from anxiety and how her grip will never let,
Let go of my life that she seems to possess,
Let go of my right to drive without her being obsessed,
I am fine,
Fine,
A word I use so often to lie to my family and friends about my state of mind,
A word that I use to hide,
To hide the ones I love most from my anxiety,
Because if she ever knew that I could love someone she would crash this vehicle that is life.
so I am sorry that I may not talk to you everyday but I am doing this for you,
For the ones that I love.
And I am sorry if I have cried, slurred my
words, mumbled, or twitched while I have said this rhyme because she is still the one driving my mind.