Oh, if you knew the amount of resistance
I summon from the moment I awake
to resist constantly apologizing
For each imperceptible mistake
From asking how you are feeling
With too serious a tone
To not chuckling right on cue
At your most recent subtle joke.
That I’m not pleading forgiveness
After each social exchange
Is nothing less than miraculous
For one who identifies as socially strange
Believing my words inflict wounds
Despite the kindness of intent
And my presence evokes discomfort
To those who strive to be present.
I could refrain from saying “I’m sorry”
As my one default catchphrase
But in the future event of hurting you
I will overly apologize away.