I’m too — a Poem
I’m too loud.
I’m too obnoxious.
I’m too boisterous.
Too noisy.
Too much personality.
I’m too socially awkward.
I’m too restrained.
Too withdrawn.
Too shy.
Too quiet.
I’m too old.
I’m too young.
I’m too friendly, too blunt.
Too open, too closed.
Too vulnerable, too weak.
Too aggressive, too passive.
I back down too easily.
I’m assertive too much.
Too funny, too serious.
I cry too much and laugh too loud.
I love too easily. I hurt too much.
I’m too me.
I’m not you.
I’m too.
You are !
Reminds me of the poem by Erich Fried – Was es ist.
here is the English translation
What It Is
It is nonsense
says reason
It is what it is
says love
It is calamity
says calculation
It is nothing but pain
says fear
It is hopeless
says insight
It is what it is
says love
It is ludicrous
says pride
It is foolish
says caution
It is impossible
says experience
It is what it is
says love
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I might add: it is what it is and it is good. You are who you are and that is good.
I love this so much, Birgit! Thank you.