Sorry is a five-letter word,
That we find so hard to say,
It can mean so much or so little,
Depending on how it’s said.
I struggle to say sorry at times,
Pride can get the better of me, even if I’m in the wrong.
It’s so easy to say, yet I find it so difficult to say.
In anger and haste I utter words I don’t mean,
Once I’ve said them, it’s too late to take them back.
I ponder over what I’ve said,
I know I hurt you without intending to,
If only I thought a bit more,
Took a step back,
And put myself in your shoes,
I’d know that I was wrong.
Pride got the better of me,
Anger consumed me,
I refused to see the other side of the story,
I was blinded by my own selfishness
And take on things.
I wished I’d just opened my eyes,
And thought a little harder.
All it takes is a few moments to destroy something,
That’s taken years to build,
Trust is all of a sudden gone,
And for what?
A few careless moments of not thinking straight.