Sorry I'm the friend
that is always complaining
about herself, never stopping
to listen to you.
Sorry I pass your compliments off as
lies, sweet attempts to
make me feel better about myself.
I know you usually mean what you say,
but I can't help not believing you.
And I'm sorry I feel the need to
apologize for every little thing
that I do, or say, or feel,
and I'm sorry I just wrote a whole poem
apologizing for myself.