Sometimes I say things
I really regret.
But I can't seem to stop myself,
Not on a bet!
Oh, I try to breathe and
Calmly relieve,
My tension-filled point-of-view;
But, instead,
I puff and wheeze and
Strangledly squeeze
Hissed words,
I don't care to repeat.
Then, I'm truly sorry
For all the words
I have to eat!

Carla Hart Ruber

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/truly-sorry/