It’s okay, I understand.

It's okay, I know that I am too much.

It's a reoccurring theme in my life.

I'm always too much for everyone.

They come and they go.

They stay and tell me it's okay

to be me, they can handle me.

But then I show them.

And they can't.

I'm too much for this world.

A seething ball of emotions,

Seeping at the seams.

I want to forget how troubled

I have always felt.

I want to forget the things that haunt me.

But this is who I am at my core,

sitting with pain,

I can always handle more.

Born and bred to feel.

The only thing I seem to forget,

when the dissociation kicks in,

Is that I am actually real.