Too Much
All I want is for someone to see me for who I am, to look past all my facades, to know all my faults and scars, and still want to stay.
But sometimes I wonder if it is too much to ask for, if I am too much to bear. I wonder if my silences and my words, my antics and my idiosyncrasies might be too much sometimes.
I wonder if I was easier to love, if I wasn't such a mess, it would not feel too much to know me, and to care for me would not feel like hitting the dead end of a maze.
I wonder if it is too much to hope that one day I’ll find someone with whom I won't have to forget myself or to pretend, who will not make me feel like there's something wrong with me, who will see all of me and still choose me.
Sometimes I wonder if I wonder too much, if only I stopped thinking so much, if only I ceased caring so much, I might stop being too much.
