I'm Sorry

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I'm so bitter.
I wasn't always this way;
before I knew the feeling
of my arm twisted
behind my back.
Twisted like him
and the smirk on his face.
Taking so much pleasure
from my innocent pain.

I'm sorry.
I'm not that child anymore
I've learned to kill or be killed
to lock everything away
out of reach
so nothing will ever be
stolen.