apology

(Chat, this is take 14 — and counting…)

I've known anger since I stood half my height, it stays

It is familiar, comfortable and safe

I'm not sure now if I find it or if it finds me

It's been here so long now, no longer scary

When I know you, the anger vanishes

Now an idea, no longer that experience

Though, I still feel unsure, will I mess this up?

I'm scared that you'll be worried, please don't run