hello, my name is: too much

things that men have convinced me of (not in chronological order, though it begins at birth):

i'm too sweet

too pure

and good

too kind

too gentle, sensitive

i am too much

too quiet

and far too loud

too scared and nervous and anxious and depressed

too intelligent

too mundane

too dumb

too emotional

too passionate

and sometimes too undeniably insane

yet-

i spend each morning looking in the mirror,

wondering how i'm still not enough...

i have cerulean oceans inside of me

reaching depths you could never touch;

i willingly swim in

the

depths of these trenches

without ever holding back-

maybe they

intimidate you

because they

highlight

all of the things

that you

so apparently

lack.