TOO

Some days, words come. 

 

I am too calm

I am too wild

I am too meek

I am too mild

I am too plain

Got too much style

I am in too much of a rush

I’ll wait for a while

I am too pretty

I am too ugly

I am too distance 

When there’s no one to hug me

I am too caring

I am too cold

I am too hesitant

I am too bold

I am too big

I am too small

I am too fat

And that isn’t all

I am filled with hope and despair 

calls for me to continue to fall

I am a wonder

I am the gate

I am compassion

Sometimes filled with hate

I am too simple

I’m too complex

I am too much of the past

I am too much of what’s next

I am too much of a girl

I am too much of a boy

I am too much of an assignment

I am considered too much of a toy

I am too much of a pixelated figure in flesh

With rage that lies in wait

I am too capable to not succeed

I am too fearful to trust my fate

I am too seen

I am too concealed 

I am too broken

I am too healed

I am too lost

I am too found

I am too much of a riddle 

I am too bound

I am too new 

I am too old

I am too exhausted

I am too much energy to hold

I am too evolved

I am too confused

I am too explosive

I am too diffused

I am too thoughtful

I am too vain

I am too mindful

I am too insane

I am too solitary 

I am too many

I am too full 

I am too empty

 

I am too complacent

I am too driven

I am too scattered

I have too much vision

I am too broken 

I am too whole 

I am too diminished

I am a historic Seminole

I am too malleable

I am too rigid 

I am too unusual 

I am too kismet

I am too much

I am too little

I am too consequential 

I am too brittle

I am too many things a sheet of paper can list

I am too important to this timeline to doubt I exist

I am too much of what I fear

I am too much of what is great

I am too early for this life

But I fear I’m also too late