The Anomaly Apologizes

I still wonder where did I go wrong. Was it her being perfect that makes me so wrong or my anomalous dreams. When did dreaming different became silent crime? I regret for dreaming what I was shown is possible; I regret that I believed things to be true that are not. I am guilty and I am impliedly sentenced to a lifetime imprisonment in my own flesh. I murder my dreams daily but they feed on me and get alive again, daily. Every time I kill it, a part of me is eroded. They don't die, but, I do; daily.

How can I be the one at fault by default? I look back and find no mistakes that verdict me as evil but I have been to them the evil one. So, when did I go wrong? May be, it is because I have been the anomaly. I see things differently and I apologize for that. But, my perception is what you showed to me was just, why am I being punished by you?

She is perfect, I'm not; that makes me wrong? Years after years, I wasted time being like the perfect one. But, I apologize for I am born different. Events and achievements, efforts to prove worth, all in vain because I am an anomaly and nothing that matters to me is worthy enough.

The immature anomaly apologizes for her existence. I tried too long to be someone else. I came to far. I lost myself, and, I'm still an anomaly for I am born different and I see things differently. I sincerely apologize for that.

I understand that I will remain an anomaly but I came too far, left too much to become you. This anomaly is breathing but doesn't exist anymore. I have lost my existence and I apologize for that.

I apologize I am an anomaly.

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