At age 2, the anxiety is normal. 
The emotional attachment is welcomed,
a natural part of the developmental process.

At age 3, my sister is born and I
am being to clingy. I am taught
to play alone because there is always 
someone more deserving of the attention.

At age 5, my parents know the worst
punishment is when they take away
my stuffed animals.

At age 9, I hate giving away old clothes
because I feel like I’m losing apart of myself
that doesn’t quite fit but maybe if I suck 
in more of my stomach it just might.

At age 13, my first crush tells me 
that maybe if I didn’t try to hang around
him all the time, he might like me.

At age 14, I try to hide my emotions from
my boyfriend because I don’t want to
seem to clingy but they slam at my walls
like prisoners, my body a jail, my mouth
the bars, my razors the warden.

At age 15, my ex boyfriend tells me I fall
in love to fast. The everything I give
is to much. He couldn’t handle
my jealousies, that I get attached to anyone
who shows me attention.

At age 16, my friends tell me they notice how
I never show when I’m hurt but always 
seem to dig my claws into someone else. How 
I get jealous when they hang out with other friends.

I plead them to understand that everyone in my
life has left. My body is a dam, holding back a 
flood, creating a desert and the only thing left
are the single solitary oasis that define me as
a human being. My eyes will never be windows to
my soul, I’ve trained them to be mirrors, reflecting back
whatever you want to see. Friends…my all will always
be to much. My love will always feel like chains.

Separation anxiety, a psychological condition in which an individual experiences excessive anxiety regarding separation from the people to whom the individual has a strong emotional attachment.

Translation, my love will always be to much.