Poetry / Small

Never heard, hardly seen.
I have to run, I have to scream.

I feel so small, and so frustrated.
I feel alone, life’s complicated.

They just don’t see what’s deep inside.
I’m merely standing when they think I’m hiding.

Being small means anger, being small means hate.
Coming from a short family, smallness is my fate.

There are moments I enjoy, for it’s a small world after all.
Yet, lots of times I wish that I were just a little taller!

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October 23, 2007

Soph

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Soph reviewed Version 1 - Read 100%% of the Item

You might be samll in stature but you sure are big in your work. I wish that it were longer I was disappointed it was so short, but they say that dynamite comes in “small” packages !!!!

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