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