I never know when I'm a pest
My welcome worn to shreds.
If when I think I see a smile
It's just a cringe instead
or, perhaps, a bit of undigested beef
but I digress.
I start to feel this nagging sense
that I am in the way,
and that my posts and comments
over complicate the day of
others whom I wish were friends.
As I review this post I write
what strikes me is the overuse of "I."
Preoccupied and selfish, clearly.
This gives me pause. I take to heart
this lesson, and for a time (I) will not
darken any door with vibes less than embracing.
Good night. Sleep tight.
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