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Too Much and Not Enough

Maybe I'm too much,
too loud in the silence,
too many feelings
in a body that's already tired of it all.

And maybe I'm not enough,
never quite enough to matter.
Maybe your gaze weighs more
than everything I've ever given.
Because of you, "friend",

I get panic attacks,
trust shattered
like glass that never fits the same again.
Why is it so easy to break a heart?
Why does it hurt for things I didn’t even do?

I say sorry for mistakes
that don’t even belong to me.
I wear a smile, every day,
because it's easier that way.

People think I’m happy
just because I’m not crying in front of them.

But it’s a mask.
My quiet defense.

I get straight A’s,
but they don’t grade souls.
Once you build this image of success,
you’re not allowed to fall.

If you break, you’re “dramatic.”
If it hurts, you’re “too sensitive.”
If you’re quiet, you’re “cold.”
If you speak, you’re “too much.”

Maybe I really am all that.
Too much. Not enough.
But still — I’m me.