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.