Much

Too much. You're too much. Seemingly complimentary. Yet unseemly. Teeming. Teeming at the seams with enmity.

Temerity.

Your audacity in nonconformity.

You should be more like them. Join the club. Jump on the bandwagon. Have friends. Influence people.

It's what.
You.
Want.

To finally fit in. To have a people. To be loved.

Just, don't be yourself.

Be them. Wear their clothes. Make their jokes. We are all individuals. (I'm not). Don't say that thing, though. Don't tell that story. Don't wear that color. Don't eat that. Don't laugh at that. Don't tell her that. Don't know that. Don't know anything. Don't. Don't. Don't.

But, don't.

Tell her. Wear it. Laugh. Laugh 'til it hurts, 'til your side cramps. Know the thing. Know it all. Live. Live. Live. You will never be whole when half of you never sees light.

Never regret your muchness. Some people. they won't like all that light, they will steal your warmth. But don't worry. You have plenty. You're too much.

Las dos Fridas - Frida Kahlo