Too Much

I am too much, too much.
Too quiet they say, too shy
(I'm obnoxious when I talk, it's better this way)
Too rebellious, they say, too passionate
(I'm just trying to find my way, never thought I'd reach 18)
Too empty, they say, too dispassionate
(I'm just trying not to get hurt again, I'm sorry)
Too pale, they say, too sickly
(I'm scared of the light, it hurts. It always hurts)
Too cunning, they say, too clever
(I'm a Slytherin, what did you expect?)
I am what I am.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
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