Constant Apology - Socratic

When I was younger I was not concerned with

Much of anything at all

I got picked up by everyone around me

I was not allowed to fall

I got a car and I started moving

But really went nowhere at all

I used to think that my mind was wasted

But now I can’t recall

I live too fast trying not to be last

Didn’t take my time so the timing passed

Now I feel like I am stuck

In a constant apology

Why must I feel so damn useless

And bombarded with excuses

Can’t you see the softer side of my sorry little life?

Or at least try?