They say, “You’re extra” — yeah, I know
Sprinkle glitter where I go
Laugh too loud? That’s just my sound
I don’t shrink, I stand my ground
Walk in like I own the air
Confidence? I always wear
I’m not here for your okay
Not made to fit your cliché
You think I’m loud? Then cover ears
I’ve been this way for years
Too much? Good.
Means I’m doing what you never could
Living big, talking bright
Sleeping deep every night
Too much? Maybe — for you
But this is me, all the way through
No “sorry” for being seen
No notes to fit your screen
I’m messy, loud, and kind of wild
But I’m my own favorite style
If I sparkle more than planned
Blame the stars — not my hand
Tried to shrink once — felt like lies
Now I rise with open eyes
If I’m “too much” for quiet rooms
I’ll just dance and make more room
Too much? Good.
I never came to be misunderstood
Call me chaos, call me flame
Either way, you’ll know my name
Too much? Maybe — it’s true
But I’d rather be too much than too few