SORRY
Oh, sorry, the word you wield so freely,
But its meaning lost, it's become unruly,
For every time it escapes your lips,
It rings hollow, like a sinking ship.
You apologize, but do you truly feel remorse?
Or is it just a tool to stay on your course?
Your actions speak louder than empty words,
Leaving wounds that never truly get heard.
Sorry, sorry, a broken refrain,
A shield you use to hide your disdain,
But apologies without change are meaningless,
Leaving us feeling used and helpless.
We grow weary of your insincere apologies,
They drain our trust and leave us in unease,
So spare us the false remorse you feign,
And let your actions speak, not just your refrain.
About the Creator
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