Too much. Yet never enough.
Too hyper, but I drag myself out of bed
Too kind, but not enough to stay. Too religious but not enough. Too much, too much too much to wait around for.
Too much to stay for.
Not kind enough.
Yet I keep trying too much
So I think I’ll stop talking yes?
Nothing bad will come from my mouth.
I’ve done it again!
I’ve been agreeable: I’ve been loved before. No negativity, all productivity and if you don’t like my personality then I’ll have awards for my loneliness, and poems to console me poems of narcissism perhaps.
I won’t speak of myself or my business. I will remember my unloveliness. Kind heart, but too quirky for love. I will never forget this distrust.