Too

Too proud of parcels.
Too locked into place.
Too thankful for morsels.
Too suspicious of race.
Too willing to wallow.
Too fractured by grace.
Too obvious like the willow.
Too stricken from space.

Some say too serious,
others ask for the clown.
Some days too forward,
too scared to back down.

Too much my mother,
often too much my dad,
but never too myself,
and if that's a bother, too bad.