When I was a child growing up,
they used to tell me I needed to speak up —
for my voice was too little; I was too soft spoken.
So then I tried to talk but I was talked over and although my belly rumbled in delight when discussing the things that made me most passionate — it was too much for one to bare the burden of conversation with.
So then I kept quiet, and I listened, and I observed. I took in the vivacious world and people around me and I stuck out like a sore thumb.
I was just too much,
too little,
or never enough in their eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Too much, too little, or never enough.
PoetryA collection of poetry written in reflection of a girl who is always labeled as too much, too little, or just never enough. ---------- There was a point in my existence in wish I once longed to no longer be. I tried to talk but was instead talked ov...
