Stickers and Rainbows

I have always been a maximalist

Covering my walls in the art that I love

Piling mismatched pillows high

Shelves of collections, 

Tiny treasures, stunning sparkles, and nifty knick-knacks

Each a tiny part of my personality

Each a little spark of joy. 

I fell in love with bursts of color young 

And I never let go.

Did I pick orange, or did orange pick me?

I was always going to be myself

100% original, the good and the bad, the flaws and flairs 

Of a girl who mostly knew her mind.

I'm still that way.

Each wall a different color.

Each room a testimony to my love of rainbows.

Art heavy. Candle rich. Figures for the eye to see. 

I make no apologies for my decorative taste. 

Its not everyone's cup of tea, 

But that has never bothered me.

So why do I struggle so with everything else?

I want to be thin, and quiet and digestible

I want to be easy and agreeable and suggestible.

I want no one to have a problem with who I am

I want to be everyone else's biggest fan.

I don't know how to just be me 

and let go of everyone else's negativity.