A little too much

Perhaps I am too much

Not perhaps

I actually am

And unfortunately 

I know it


I was always like this

Although it's ironic

Because I try my best 

Not to be 

But the more I try to suppress

The more I pop-up on the surface


One day 

(Although it wasn't a single day)

I sat in my room

With all the required tools

Dissected myself whole

To understand the rules

And I changed 

The proportions of my personality 

Like an alchemist 

I took a bit of me

And diluted

And diluted 

And diluted 


(Then I stopped

When I was about to disappear )


I thought this is enough 

So, I went out

With a little bit of me

'Diluted Me'

But I still made the air denser 

And the light shift


What else can I do ?

I am a little too much

But perhaps I will always be

Because if I am not

Then it's not me




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