Too Much

November 20, 2018

Why is it so hard to love you

And just be me?

Is it just because you want me to be something else

I could never be

Or is the illusion inside me

Is it that

I want me to be something else

When I am with you

Less loud, less harsh, less in your face

Quiet demure subtle

Gentle flowing graceful (ha!)

Although I am rarely any of those things

I am more of a bull in a china shop

The elephant in the room

In your face and

Laughing out loud

I cry often

And at very inopportune times

I am a river after winter

And that is much too much too much

For most anyone

To stand for too long

Is there some place I can sneak off to

Without anyone ever knowing?

Where I can be me

And not hide behind a shell

Of this tiny frame

Where I can be large

And obnoxious

And free

And still

Someone

Anyone!

Would want to hug me

And say

That I am beautiful

Because of the way I am

Not in spite of it