Too Much Me?

The world looks at me
So well put together
Goal oriented
Success driven
Theres nothing to stand in my way

So pleasing
It becomes too giving
Which is often confused for 
Quality silence

My brain is so calculated
The reactions I receive 
Respond to actions I’d never produce 
Because my thoughts don’t actually work the way you think they do

He looks at me and sees I’m too quiet
Or am I just not interesting enough for you
Filled with stories galore
Yet, provide the proper answer when asked 2+2

I’m, quite the open book
When asked the right questions
But bless him
With secrets of the universe 
So he can conquer more worlds than he can run?
Effectively...
I shall not come undone

It’s like I’m too pure 
To see my imperfections

Too game
To see me as the prey 

Too inquisitive 
To be the conqueror 
But only the conquered 
Will miss my acquired victory
Looking for the battle

I’m tired of being too pretty
To be respected

Too straightforward 
To be taken seriously

Too strong
To be loved properly

I am she

She that works hard
But prays harder

Ill equipped to deal with the makings of man
Stranded in a desert of too much for him
When reality should be
He’s too little for me

I’d offer my hand
But 
What becomes of the women too eager to please?

Think I’m too angry?
I say I’m just passionate

Too black, too strong
To those I might agree 

You call it too modern
But I’d just say I’m free