Too Much

A poem about what my parents say.

Too Much


Too much of this
Too little of that
I block them out
They think they know what's wrong with me
But they don't.

I can't think straight
I can't see
My horomones are fine
But I can't breathe.

I feel surrounded
Claustrophobic
Sick to stomach.

Help me
I can't breathe.

Am I dying?
No
I am living my life.