Vent Poems

92 Tall Child

When I was little
I towered over my classmates
I stood out
And always could feel their gaze
I hated this
I hated being different
I wanted to blend in
Yet my height always seemed potent
Now I'm average height
My friend even says I'm short
Now I want to be unique
My old mindset I no longer resort
In a world where you have ninety nine dollars
Your missing one