Impossible to Love

I'm not an easy person to like.

I talk too much,

And my voice fills the silence,

Because I'm afraid,

Of the dead, never-ending quiet,

That comes with rejection.

I laugh too loud,

When the others are polite,

And I can't stop the smile,

That is my very plight.

I smile too big,

When I am supposed to be sad,

And somber like the others,

Because happiness is bad.

I ask too many questions,

When I feel insecure,

And I know I annoy everyone,

Because of my need to make sure.

I fight too much,

With my words and my fists,

And create an environment,

Where even peace feels amiss.

I give too much,

Until I have nothing left,

And my body is an empty well,

Drained dry by their theft.

I let them hurt me too much,

Because I forgot how to stand up,

And fight another day,

And not be a rug.

I am not an easy person to like,

I must be impossible to love.