Forgive them even if they are not sorry

Forgive them even if they are not sorry.
Forgive them even if they think they did no wrong.
Forgive them in every way.
Forgive them every day.
Forgive them even if they are not sorry.
For they know not what sorry is.
The sourness of it has not made their lips pucker.
Or their eyes water.
They fear the word.
It's very wrath daring to sweep them away.
Forgive.
Forgive.
It's a tough word.
Sorry.
They think everything they do they can get away with.
They think their hurtful words and daring looks will never be noticed.
Never be noticed by the girl sitting across from them.
She has cried before over them.
Wishing, willing them to be her friends.
But I wonder to myself, why would she want to be friends with such people.
Such, vial, despicable people, who someday may be picked apart themselves by someone else, such as this girl is being picked apart by them.
But they care not.
They see not what impact they are having on this young girls life.
But one day when these bitches get picked apart, all that will remain, once their outer shell has been vanquished, will be a sad person.
Are they a person at all?
Or spawn of the devil sent by him to destroy one girls high school experience.
I would never know the difference of where they came from.
Nor do I care.
But please, forgive them, even if they are not sorry.

Friday April 22, 2011