I hate my height
I want to look people in the eye
I am sick of seeing the part in their hair
You get to stand down there
You get to sit in school chairs with ease
You get to blend into a line
If you were tall, you would stand taller
If you were tall, you would join a sport
If you were tall, you would brag
I hate my height
I hate that I can't be small and cute
I hate that I can't be who I want
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My Book of Poems
PoetryHello, I'm not going to lie. I suck at conversations, especially if I have to introduce myself. This is partially what I write about. You see, I write when I freak out. I write when I can't deal with being myself. So I hope you will take a look into...
