I was told by the wind—

"You're selfish."

I know I am.

I'm sorry.

I was told by the rain—

"People have it worse than you."

I know they do.

I'm sorry.

I was told by the sky—

"Be more kind. Be more aware."

I know I should.

I'm sorry.

I was told by my heart—

"You're not enough."

I know.

I'm sorry.

I was told by the shadows—

"Even we aren't as cruel as you."

I know.

I'm sorry.

I was told by my mind—

"No one loves you."

I know.

I'm sorry.

I was told by my words—

"I hate you. I hate you."

I do too.

I'm sorry.

And then, silence whispered—

"I forgive you."

But I couldn’t.