apology

I'm sorry. They are such simple words. And in their simplicity, they can heal deep and burning wounds. To be bullied is to be hated. That's what it feels like in the soul. When I was in high school I was overweight and closeted, so of course, I was easy prey. They would call me names with such abandon and violence then they'd laugh like they were participating in a comedy show.

The worst day was when glass bottles were torpedoed at my head for sport. And to this day, not one apology. But I carry it. I often wonder if they (and they know who they are) wonder about me and the fact that they may have gone a bit overboard.