I am too.
Too sensitive.
I feel your displeasure
I don't know what to do
So I just feel it.
All day. 
All night.
I wish I could change it.

I am too eager.
You asked a question
Wanted a volunteer.
Pick me!
I think.
I have an idea.

I am too slow.
Tardy.
Late.
I was feeling those feelings
And trying to decide
If I said too much.
Again.
Then I realised the time.

Too.
I laugh too loud.
Love too soon.
Care too long.
I hope you do too.
I hope you are too.
Like me.