Doth I Protest too much

Doth I protest too much? doth I address to much of whats left on a broken conscious and shattered heart that beats in broken pieces. doth i protect too much every secrets ive been dying to share every whispered words ive been trying to yell.and so ill always shed tears that you will never comprehend and make love to these fears that you will never try to bend or break me free from as deed done in dark light and blind light give birth to my silent pain tell as i write it all down, Doth I protest too much?Doth I love too much? Like obese doves bathing in obscene love, surviving on raw emotions. Love?? I think im a bit too immature for it, think im a bit too insecure for it or may a little too impure for it and as inpour these over flowing feeling into an imaginary heart heart tell me?Collaborating cleverly with these confined feelings I fear I've only been dangerously on the edge of loving love.