Giving myself away

This is not a secret nor a story
If it sounds full of lies or old wives tales I'm sorry, this is confession, repentance for me- father forgive me for I was blind but now I can see, but I'm not particularly religious, rather not at all- i slither like a slinky instead of standing straight and tall...too uptight to be upright too slimy for one to admire me, too much grief to punctuate a poem, I write this one for me and me alone. A jumbled mess of words, take the time to digest this mess, swallow.
Or spit.
If you dont like it. I never said you had to care or inquire about my blank stares but you did anyway
So for you- I give myself away