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I called this collection Too Much, Too Loud, Too Me because that's exactly what being a teenage girl felt like.
Too much feeling. Too loud in my own head. Too much heart for one body to hold.
Hormones turned up the volume on everything - the crushes, the heartbreaks, the anger, the joy. One minute I was on top of the world, the next I was crying in the shower over something I can't even remember now.
These poems are the teenage me. Unfiltered. Unapologetic. A little dramatic, a little messy, and completely real. They're about the nights I felt like I was too much for people. The days I was told to be quieter, smaller, calmer.
But I wasn't. I was loud. I was big. I was me.
These poems are the teenage me: messy, loud, insecure, brave, and completely in love with feeling.
If you've ever been called "too sensitive" or "too emotional"... these poems are for you.
Because too much is not a bad thing.
Sometimes it's the only way to be alive.