Too Much

I hate too much,
I smile too much,
I hate that I always feel a demand,
To smile at everyone and everything.

I love too much,
I crave too much,
I love what I crave, I crave love,
But the continuous craving sends love away.

I want too much,
I waste too much,
I waste any chance of getting what I want,
Wanting anything is therefore a waste.

I need too much,
I force too much,
I need to feel a force behind me, supporting me,
But the need to protect myself from any force takes away my support.

I hate too much,
I trust too much,
I hate that I always trust in who and what I shouldn’t,
And then finish trusting in my hate excessively.

I love too much,
I cry too much,
I have become accustomed to knowing how it feels to cry,
And so, to love and to keep to what you know, means I cry at even love.