I came to you

Embarrassed,

Feeling foolish;

Wishing I could fix that moment when I screwed up

In front of everyone.

You told me

I got all red

And my voice shook,

And I wished I'd never asked you Your opinion.

Don't you realize

I came to you

For comfort?

Not for criticism of me

In my foolish-feeling moment?

I won't come to you again

Though you are my friend.

I will unveil myself to someone

More observant.

Someone who

Feels my pain

Sees my plea behind my laughter

And tells me I was not only ok,

I was great...

Because I tried.