I love being short,
even if Im bad at sports,
I love the feeling of hugging someone taller,
but I still wish I was smaller,
The smaller the better,
I think everyone loves big sweaters,
They make me feel secure,
Some people say Im not being mature,
but I feel like I can hide,
Okay maybe I lied,
I cant hide from my own mind,
Why cant I just be kind?
Your fat,
Why can't you be flat?
Your ugly,
My mind says so smugly,
The sad part is,
I can't even deny what it says,
Im not even smart,
But Im good at art,
Its the only good things about me,
Why cant I lock my heart and throw away the key?
They say being alone is the best feeling,
They say its healing,
But its not,
all I do is sit there and rot,
Im just the worst,
I guess Im just cursed,
Maybe I was born like this?
Im just one big miss.
