Too Much

And they tell me I’m too much.

I cry too often and laugh too loud and love too hard.

I’m too much.

They tell me there is no reason to be crying.

They tell me I laugh too loud, that it ‘wasn’t that funny’.

They tell me if I love too hard, I’ll push people away.

I’m too much.

So, I ask myself: who am I too much for?

For the person that doesn’t know that being emotionally mature doesn’t mean being emotionless?

For the person that doesn’t know that emotions make you human?

Who am I too much for? What a silly question.

I cry, a lot. I laugh, loudly. I love, hard.

The space I take up is not a fault, it is a privilege.

If I did not consume that space, I would not be me. I wouldn’t be able to love like I do. I wouldn’t care about the people and things that I care so much about.

To the people who think I am too much: I am just enough; go find less.