Too tense, too frustrated, too much
too deaf in the ears, too sensitive to touch.
Too overcome with anguish and pain
Too fed up with childish games.
Too through, too done, too ready to correct
Too old to do this and too mature to do that.
Too much over the top happening everyday
Too many things getting in my way.
Too tired for games, too through with toys.
Too young for heartache, waiting for joys.
Too much noise, too much silence, too much in between
Too much fakeness, surrealness, things not as they seem.
Too much to do and too little time to do
Too many things that will never come through.
Too many things happening before my very young eyes
Too much hatred, secrets, pain and lies.
It seems as if life is hardly still entact
When asked to do, a voice whispered- RELAX.