Monosyllabic

My friend, I wish you not to think me rude Or to have wronged you when I spoke so terse Now I must be I fear, in your sight viewed Odd at the best or cold if at the worst. Some men I see can weave their speech with ease. Yes, some it seems can speak with tongues so quick. Like kites their words float light on but a breeze; Lame fall my words, when spoke, more like a brick And land to frame the walls that form my cell. By trust will soon that jail of fear be razed. In time if pressed you come to know me well Choose then to ask; I'll talk to you for days 8.7.18 In addition to being an acrostic poem, it is also written with only monosyllabic words (because in addition to being a poet, I'm also a little bit crazy)