I’m not sure
how my words actually came across.
I never asked.
It seems too late
now.
I just keep wondering
if I made a fool
of myself,
if I brave-ishly put myself out there
but everyone
still just thinks
I’m an idiot.
I don’t need the recognition.
(I don’t think.)
I can take the truth.
(I think.)
But the silence
penetrates
resounds
tells me how much of a failure
I really am.
I’d rather
just be told the truth and
know it
instead of having to
infer it.