In the quiet corners of my heart,
No hatred lingers, no bitter part.
Yet shadows whisper of those I’ve wronged,
With silent sorrows, my spirit’s song.

I’ve seen the pain in their weary eyes,
A glimpse of truth beneath their sighs.
Though my actions weren’t what they believed,
Innocence lost, and trust deceived.

I stand with shadows, some false, some real,
Caught in a web, emotions conceal.
Regret dances softly on the edge of my mind,
For the hurt I’ve caused, though unaligned.

So here’s to the souls I’ve let down,
I wear my remorse like a tattered crown.


I am sorry!