Little Whispers

Excuses

Everything they said, left impressions in my psyche, I know I'm to blame for making it too easy.
Too loud, too adult, too forward, too bold, a dying relative to cover up a double life I was told.
Too serious, too silly, too immature, too scared, not happy though you have someone at home who cared.
Too naive, too clumsy, too pretty, too carefree; these are all the excuses that they said to me.

Everything they murmured, etched in my memory, I tried to change to suit you, I lost parts of me.
Too big, too small, too young, too old, a bad accident to cover up the others I was told. Too boring, too dreamy, too soft, too cold, not happy, yet you have someone at home you can hold.
Too sad, too low, too deep, too class-clown; these are all the excuses they used to let me down.
Everything they claimed, have left hidden scars, I tried to reinvent myself, I feel like such a farce.
Too slow, too quick, too independent, too hard, he stopped in case I hurt him was a new charade.
Too closed, too open, too common, too street, you're too busy to make time to meet.
Too posh, too uptight, too classy, too straight; all these excuses they gave don't equate.

Everything they uttered, are echoes every time, just reused words, diverse orders, being me feels such a crime.
Too much, too intense, too distant, too cool, never happy but I'm nobody's fool.
Too different, too wordy, too clever, too bland, not fitting anywhere in their future plans.
Everything they shouted, still reverbs in my head, the love has gone, I hate you so, you even wished me dead.
Too stupid, too dumb, too ugly, too bad, does that make you feel tougher, making me feel so sad?
Too broken, too damaged, too restricted, too far, nothing heavy he warns, yet still unhooks a bra.

All of these excuses; all lay blame on me, all the empty promises; no one claiming me.
All the doubts you fed; feeding insecurity while you're living bold as brass; I'm trying to find me.