Too Much (And Still Not Enough)

I yell when I’m done being polite I cry when the silence gets too loud I snap when the weight of it stacks I curse in the hallway, hands full of laundry and rage I speak truth and I’m the villain Say it straight and I’m “too much” again Too loud Too sharp Too tired Too done Too much is what I swallowed down The silent screams, the shrinking crown Too much is how I stayed and stayed While you packed your pride and walked away Too much? Nah. Too aware. Too raw. Too real. I ask for space — I’m called selfish I stay — I’m disposable I draw a line — I’m "too intense" I forgive — they call that weak Whatever I do, I’m wrong on sight So I stand anyway — fists clenched and fed up They never see the pause before the storm The breath I hold instead of the blow They only see the fire Not the hundred times I held it back Too much is what I swallowed down The silent screams, the shrinking crown Too much is how I stayed and stayed While you packed your pride and walked away Too much? Nah. Too aware. Too raw. Too real. You call it drama — I call it truth You call it mood swings — I call it proof That I’ve carried this weight with my teeth and my spine While you danced around every goddamn line I held it down I sucked it up I bit my tongue Now I’m done You think I’m too much But I was just too quiet for too long.