Kimo Sounds Too Much

Too kind.
Too true.
Too much of everything I do.
Maybe you gave until your hands ran dry.
Told the truth and watched them say goodbye.
Stayed so quiet, nobody learned your name.
Smiled through it all, they called it a game.
Every yes you gave cost you some sleep.
Forgave again and it cut ran deep.
Nobody said the good can cut you too.
Now you're wondering what's left of you.
I poured it out, never kept a drop.
Now I'm learning when to stop.
Too much, too much, it wears me slow.
Even the good things take their toll.
Too soft, too loud, too strong, too small.
I gave it all, and lost it all.
Now I'm finding the middle ground.
Where I can stand without falling down.
I used to think that giving was the cure.
Never said no, just wanted to be sure.
Honest to a fault, it cost me friends.
Humbled till I vanished, thought that's how it ends.
Always there,
so nobody saw my worth. Strong for so long, I forgot what hurt.
And now,
I'm learning that I can pause.
Keeping something for myself is not a flaw.
I poured it out, never kept a drop.
Now I'm learning when to stop.
Too much, too much, it wears me slow.
Even the good things take their toll.
Too soft, too loud, too strong, too small.
I gave it all, and lost it all.
Now I'm finding the middle ground.
Where I can stand without falling down.
Too kind.
Too true. Just enough is all I need to know.