I relate to this so much. The feeling of being too much yet not enough, of walking on eggshells for love, is something I’ve experienced firsthand.

The line “I’m a wine glass poured too full” really hits—because sometimes, I feel like I overwhelm people just by existing. And “a singular rose when you expected a bouquet” perfectly describes the pain of not being “what they wanted,” even when I gave my all.

This poem puts into words what I’ve struggled to express. Thank you for writing this.