She was a little too enthusiastic,
Her music a little too loud.
Emotions raw out of the casket,
Her pride a little too proud.
The walls were a little too white,
The halls exploded with sound.
Sun a little too bright,
A little too hard to get around.
Some may call it different,
Forgetting what once was.
But to me an invalid inference,
Interferes with what one does
