I get all overwhelmed when there's too many people.
There's too many feelings, too many thoughts,
That I wish I could feel, I wish I could read.

Too much voices, forcing their way in my eardrums,
demanding me to listen.

This is why I hate crowds,
This is why I value solitude.

My heart can never contain too much of things,
It just doesn't know what to do with it.

My palms, aren't wide enough for something too monstrous.
My lungs aren't big enough for your tornado,
instead of filling me, you're actually suffocating me.

I'm not asking for everything,
But at least, give me **something.