I wonder where the people are

Who said I was too much

Too loud when I had laughed

Too wild when I had loved

 

Too quick to fall

Too slow to give in

Too childish whenever

I danced with the wind

 

Too messy when I spent

The last 3 days baking

Too much of a giver

Though they were fine taking

 

I wonder sometimes

If they ever found porridge

Someone who held all their extra

In storage

 

If ever they learned

From all their mistakes

If they ever miss real

In their mountain of fake

 

If not yet, give it time

Don’t worry, they’ll see

Infinite beats

Mediocrity