I ask forgiveness for my silence
For being hard to understand
For fearing a slap, flinching
When extended a helping hand
For making you a victim of counter intentions
Overly sensitive, offended by mentions
A basket case weaved out of love and over protection
Self taught fear, to never ask but always question
For being this old without any work
Scared of being sold short, I tend to prey on perks
Being long and lanky, stumped by my own thoughts
Big bass, small puddle
I don’t want anyone disappointed in what they caught
In me
Tossed back out to sea
Maybe a braver soul
With bare hands will gut me