I'm sorry.
That I'm bruised,
broken,
and not like the rest.
I'm sorry.
I'm loud,
bold,
yet never confident.
I'm sorry.
I try to take control,
lead,
yet I'm only a child.

But you know...
time.
We don't have a whole lot.
We don't think of it though...
because,
who wants too.

So I'm sorry if I'm not...
enough.
Not pretty enough,
or smart enough,
or even cool enough.

I'm sorry.