For all the times I've said I'm sorry,
I have to say I'm sorry one more time,
For to scale the mountain of my wrongs,
I cannot once stop, must keep to the climb.

I know I've you wronged so many ways,
But you don't believe my honest words,
You'd rather look at only my good parts,
My inner flowers, tall trees, and soaring birds.

You say I am a good person, really I am,
That my deepest faults are merely in my head,
Yet I claim I am selfish and quite undeserving,
And argue my deliquency and horridness instead.

I know you latch onto what you think I really am,
You think me as heroic; a dashing prince charming,
I feel the devil's grip to grow; and you: not knowing,
Not thinking my evils bad or my habits to be harming.

I say, nay I yell unto you, please heed me now,
Take my sorrow to be oh so very true,
I am so sorry, but please inside remember,
Thank you for your sentiment for I love you, too.

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To be consistent with this poem, sorry for the somewhat amateurish feel of it! For some reason, I'm in a very apologetic mood tonight.