Too Much

Growing up,

I was never good enough or even plain enough.

If anything,

My parents were always saying

how I was too much.

Emotions too big, voice too loud,

I could never be what they wanted,

And it hurts.

Now when I try to make friends and meet people,

I worry I’m a burden,

That I’m too much.

Too needy, too intense,

Too emotional.

I constantly ask for reassurance.

I know I can be annoying,

But I’m terrified of being rejected.

In the past I twisted myself in knots,

Just for crumbs of affection.

I never want to be in that place again.

So if I’ve approached someone,

Wanting to be closer,

I really hope they’ll accept me,

Insecurities and all.