There was a time in my life
I felt I was too …
Opinionated,
Strong,
Hostile,
Immature,
Attention-Seeking,
Wanting to be right,
Dramatic,
Sensitive,
Inconsiderate,
Lacking in compassion
Bad …
There was a time in my life I believed these things
where I let words affect me,
even hurt me
but I eventually stopped
because I know myself
better than you know me,
I always have,
I just forgot along the way.
So keep telling me I’m too all these things,
keep telling me I’m too much
because the truth is I’m too human
because the things you see as too imperfect
are filled with love
but continue to be too in the dark
on that if you wish
because I refuse to be too scared anymore,
too scared of feeling,
too scared of thinking,
too scared of who I am.
Because now I know I’m too me
and I find me not too bad.