I'M SORRY

I'M SORRY.
I'm sorry that I don't meet your standards,
Since KEBS can't standardize me,
Counterfeit I may look like,
But I'm not made in China,
Its just that you've raised the bar so high.
I'm sorry I'm impossible,
Impossible to navigate through,
Since I'm heavy storms in the air,
I weigh a tonne in waves form in the ocean,
While I'm rapids en falls in the river.
I'm sorry I'm an introvert,
The extrovert part of me died,
Buried in the darkest corners of my life,
Surfacing it can't,
Since it keeps galloping water as it drowns.
I'm sorry I don't know how to make one happy,
Rather my sorrows become the scarecrow,
As they maneuver over my head like vultures,
Awaiting to feed on my carcass,
When I drop dead!"
I'm sorry I don't know how to love,
Since I'm not privileged to feel its sweetness,
Bile it has become,
Honest chewing it is next to impossible,
Hope I'll someday find a tutor.
©poet_alice