The time has come
for me to be my own gaoler,
affix the locks
toss away the key.
To be kind,
we must be cruel
and charity,
they say.
begins at home.
It's for my own protection
you see,
for this heart
gives too much,
cares too much
but heals little.
I need some time to reenergise,
revitalise
and to think.
Is loving you suicide?
Do I remove that honest heart
from my sleeve,
lock it away
within a pit of doubt?
Would this save me
or disable me?
I can't imagine a world
where I don't feel,
where empathy doesn't
tear away at me,
urging my heart
to beat faster,
coaxing tears
from insightful eyes.
I'm too much,
too loud,
over the top.
Hyperactive and exciting,
interesting and alluring.
Until I'm not.
Until you're bored.
Until I'm discarded,
lost and confused
wondering what the hell
I've done wrong.
And the answer?
I cared too much,
I gave too much,
I am too much.
I will return to my sentence.
Incarcerated within my mind.
Thinking too much.
Caring too much.
Healing but little.
This certainly speaks to me. I was recently banned by someone who posted “you are too much.“.
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