Drowning

I think that, when you met me, I seemed strong;
That must be how your misconceptions rose,
For if you'd realized that you were wrong
You might not have been tempted to disclose
Your secrets in the hope that I might be
Able to help, because I seemed to deal
So well with my own problems. Knowing me,
As you did not, that seems a bit surreal,
As if the pilot of a sinking craft
Should try to give the wheel to someone plucked
Up from the sea out of a leaky raft.
Like such a person, I indeed had lucked
Into survival, but it should be known
Not through any credit of my own.