Never Just Right

I’m too loud, too soft Too fast, too slow Never just right

Too curious to follow the script Too dreamy to stay in the lines Too tender for a world that rewards armer

I chase meaning Freedom and creation While the world chases straight lines and neat boxes

But I was never made to be a line I’m layered Contradictory

A mosaic Of wild questions And quiet hopes

I’m too loud, too soft Too fast, too slow And never just right.

Author’s Note

✍️ Author’s Note:

This poem came from a place I’ve carried for a long time, the feeling of never being quite “right” in the eyes of the world. Too loud, too soft. Too much, too little. I used to think something was wrong with me because I didn’t fit into neat lines or clear boxes. Writing this helped me realize: I was never supposed to.

If you’ve ever felt like you had to shrink to be accepted… this one is for you. You’re not alone, and you were never too much.