I know that sometimes I'm a little too much.
I have a big personality, that not everyone loves.
Yet somehow, I still thrive on every lover's touch.
I wear that warmth against my skin like gloves.
I yearn to be wanted; to be craved and belong.
To find a place among others that I can call home.
Despite that need, my loneliness only ever prolongs.
Alone on this earth, I have been left behind to roam.
Am I cursed and forsaken, forever abandoned?
Is something wrong with me, and no one will stay?
Was I forgotten by the love that I once demanded?
I wish that my solitude hadn't left me so afraid.
I'm too much, but I've only been true to myself!
And still I'm not enough, and everyone leaves.
Why do people keep saying to always be yourself?
Myself is too unwanted, like some awful disease.
It's true, I fall in love and make friends with ease.
But it's always been temporary, fading quickly away.
Everyone gets too tired, like I'm the waves of the seas.
I'm exhausting, and so relationships only ever decay.
I've always broken everything I've ever touched!
Good god, am I really that fucking hard to love?
I'm depressed, so tired, and it feels like I'm crushed.
All I've ever truly wanted was to just be enough.
I'm so damn tired of spending this life all alone.
Not enough, to the point that I remain hushed.
Though being unwanted is all that I've ever known,
Must I accept that I am, and always will be too much?
