My whole iv always been called ‘too much’
Which is ironic because my entire life has never made me feel enough
I talk enough, I socialise enough, I even annoy enough
But I am never enough…. Do you understand?
I'm an introvert's worst fear
Yet hearing that could never fulfil my need for validation
I talk loudly, therefore I am given a standing ovation
But my loudness produces whispers of condemning nature
I could say shakespeare art reformed
But not to be taken to accord because of my ‘gift’
I'm silly, yes, but come on, guys lets shift a bit
I mean, how am I too much?
But again, never enough
Then what is enough, may I ask?
In this universe and the next im sure this is a question which has been begged to be answered
Normal is not enough, yet above normal is too much, and therefore not enough as well
In a real world filled with unrealistic expectations, it feels like the sky is not the only limit
So why as a collective species define what is ‘too much’
Well i guess I am too much
I feel too deeply, I talk too loud, and I laugh at max volume
But is that a bad thing
Well, either way I know one thing for certain
That I am too much
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:38 PM UTC
There was once a boy who walked London streets
His feet hit the pavement with his face full of glee
He would walk to the bakery to buy at least something
But the baker, with a frown, said there was nothing
But the boy, full of glee, thanked the man
went outside even though his little legs could barely stand
He walked to an alley near the shady of London
And went to the corner where he usually slumbered
He was used to this life of scraps and bones
Did he ever eat a full meal? Not at all
But his face was seen as happier than most
Everyone wondered what the boy must be on
The boys' parents died when he was only a kid
He often wondered what he did to deserve it
People always said he had his mother's smile
So he never frowned, so he could keep her around
You would think the boy would sit on the street dejected
But any sadness from the boy seemed to be undetected
For he would greet the ladies and the dogs happily
Glee running from his face was never happening
It is a shame that the boy never became a man
He was so happy no one noticed his shaky hands
They found him in the corner where he usually slumbered
They say he died with a smile, so he would never disobey his mother
Of course, everyone mourned for a day or so
But later came along a new sob story to be told
So forever forgotten the boy full of glee
The Scrawny boy no one could see
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:35 PM UTC
When I was in 9th grade, I fell in love
Went through the whole chariad
We had matching necklaces
In secret held each other's hands
The necklaces were yin and yang
Darkness and light
I wore it, believing our love was worth the fight
Never took it off because I knew we were right
When your dark chocolate eyes were laced with mine
I saw no lies when you said your heart was mine
But as time flew by, I realised you did not lie
It was just my heart that wasn't worth a dime
I was in Grade 9 when I fell for you
When I thought darkness and light could be two in one
But I was too innocent, I was not a damsel in distress
So your hands laced with someone else's dress
I liked you best
My friends can attest
That I denied when they said you were in her bed
But I guess two worlds can't collide, your words against mine
Now laced with lies, saying there are other guys
But I wanted you
I was a kid, yet I knew what we had was true
Now in the 12th grade
Still writing of you in hidden phrases
I should be over it, I know, but there are times
When I look in the sky, I remember my first love
The dove and the raven are destined to fall
Intertwined as if fate is bored
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:34 PM UTC
I love to spiral
To drown myself in thoughts only the mad can relate to
But when you ask me, I'm sorry, boo, I won’t tell you
My body can shiver with self-pity
You ask how I'm doing? I’ll say…. 50/50
I can have an internal breakdown.
And you ask, “Why the frown?”
Deep inside, I scream, help me get out
But my false confidence helps me regurgitate lies
Until I can literally taste the word “I'm fine”
Cuz not lying makes me feel nauseous,
I know being cautious will be the death of me
That Macbeth can attest, you cannot outrun fate
No matter how many spirals you make
But I crave for stability in an unstable world
Poetry is the only unchanging form of matter
Therefore, it is a safe haven
Each line is treated like a deep scar
Disinfectant can’t attain
But I'm trying to change, and I will someday
But every Sunday feels like a reset
Put a coin in the slot, but I guess money can’t always talk
And I thought materialistic love was the remedy
And to be honest, therapy isn't helping
Now my two senses what made sense now cost more than 2 cents
So i dont understand why I was sent here
Now circles and swirls do not look so bad
Maybe I fear this is all I will ever be
Take this as i plea or an easy way out
But your doubt will disappear when you see my inner demons sprout out
Twisted and ugly
And maybe I'm lucky
I mean Spirals and thoughts are not lovely
But I guess I will be fine
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:31 PM UTC
I have a pen, but it doesn't write that well
The sploches fill my paper as it mixes with my tears
They seem never to end this time of the year
But I keep writing regardless
I write about your insensitive tone
With words that one can describe as elegant
About how you would call me forbidding
But others dare to say you are undeserving of me
And despite the blotches on my pages
You have not dared to leave my mind for ages
You go in circles and have the audacity to plague my dreams
Is this a punishment? where I cannot beg or scream
But I must wallow and write with this pen
It starts and stops and starts again
Been like that for a while
Maybe it skips for the same reason you do
The paper is an unrequited love
The ink begs not to feel its touch
But yet it is out of its control, so it stops writing entirely
But alas, I cannot do the same with you
I cannot refrain from my elegant words
Because there is no other way to describe you
Your imperfections are perfect to my love-blinded eyes
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:26 PM UTC