when you have so many untold stories

where do I begin?

I am sorry that I did not realize it sooner. That I never said a word. That I let it be and let it go. That I did not try harder. That I tried to be someone else. That I was a creep. That I never became better.

at the same time I do not apologize for being a human.

one day all the stories will be written. And then I will rest.