Confusion of a Woman's Mind

I am lost in this person I am supposed to be, 

this person who society expects me to be.
I'm a woman with extreme sensitivity,
intense emotions that consume me.
I love deeply,
I worry immensely.

I take pride in most that I do,
Not always though am I satisfied with what I choose.
I jump to reactions from within too,
I'm not always the go to.
I'm looked upon as cool,
though sometimes they think I'm a fool.

I am told to relax, don't think so much, 
that though, is who I am and such.
I find beauty within the sense of touch,
Some find it just a crutch.
I will always be a woman who must adjust,
to those who I care for and love. 

I am scared, i'm alone,
the time it lasts for is unknown.
I'm happy, I'm born,
the feeling is no longer torn.
Then again, that is me, that is how I am known,
to be confusing and free as I sit on my throne.

Author's Note

Constructive critique and comments are always welcome and appreciated.

Reviews

[Zugzwang]

Hello, try 'throne' instead of 'thrown'.
I like the frank and confessional style of your poetry.

[Tonya's CoffeeWrites]

Haha thank you for correcting me. I really do appreciate it. I think some get defensive but I like to not look like an a*s in my writing. So, thank you again. Thanks for taking time to read my stuff.

[Zugzwang]

You're welcome. Keep writing. Take it easy, Z.

[Autumn Lyric]

Really enjoyed this work; I saw pieces of myself in your excellent verse. Thank you for sharing!

[Tonya's CoffeeWrites]

Thank you. I was hoping to show the weakness as well of strength that women go through.