Sincere

There are so many things that bother me

That is is difficult at times to say how many;

Or to admit the possibility

Of minimizing it so there aren't any.

I'm always on alert (not always well) 

And twitchy in a broad, generic way; 

I know you know it, know that you can tell

When I'm no longer close to a-ok.

It doesn't matter which thing may be bad

Because I trust you to relieve them all

Whether I'm anxious, tired, or just sad

Because you'll catch me, I can safely fall. 

And if perhaps sometimes you're bothered too 

I hope you know that I'd also catch you.

Ashamnu

There is a concept, dear to me,

That says we cannot quite undo

Our own responsibility 

For what was done wrong that we knew.

We knew that there was sin afoot

(Whatever term you use for sin)

But thought that if we did not put

Our stamp on it, then we could spin

Ourselves away from it. But no;

The things we did not act to stop

Are part of us now, even though

We did them not. It's a fair cop:

Too often we ignore what's bad

For fear of making someone mad.