Poems and excerpts from books I probably won't write.

#3

I have always been "too much" Too loud
Too brave
Too smart

Too wise
Too sensitive.
I have always been too much for those who's minds where never open enough.
Those who can not comprehend the universe that is my messy mind Will always see my galaxies and constellations as a wild disarray. I feel bad for them. How lonely of an existence it must be to never experience the great expanse condensed inside a human being; to never understand that too much is just the right amount - ALr