'Cause when I'm alone, I'm me

I roamed the streets, the bylanes
the less polluted, the more populated
complex and the obvious
insecure and the certain
Lost friends, got some.
There was happiness
there was criticism
there was praise
there was sadness
there was drama
there was boredom.
Sometimes, I played safe
and sometimes I was just
off the cliff badly bruised
but life intact.
Misunderstandings became a part
and I only got immune.
From obese feelings
to malnourished thoughts
I garnered all.
My being is different
when in full view,
I witness a changed person
someone fake
someone fighting for breath
someone not delighted.
And then I find
peace, bliss
'cause when I'm alone
I'm me.

How much is too much?

How much is too much
when a she feels it right
to befriend a he?
How much is too much
when she hesitates
giving words to her feelings?
How much is too much
when she finds it right
to keep family above he?
How much is too much
when she cares about he
and he never bothers to
guess the least?
How much is too much
when life around begins to change
and she tries to find peace in he?
How much is too much
when she starts to
share her personal space with he?
How much is too much
if nothing happens
the way he thought,
the way she thought?
How much is too much
when she misbehaves
with he out of exasperation?
How much is too much
when the limits
are revised and relations renewed
in a new light?
How much is too much?