Poem #41// Small

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People expect me to get back up after I fall.
People expect me to shake things off,
To not even make note of them
But I do.

Sometimes I don't pick myself up.
Sometimes I stay upset.
Sometimes I don't shake it off.
Sometimes I lose the feeling to care at all.

People tell me to do this and that.
People tell me it has to be done a certain way.
People tell me to listen.
But I don't.

Sometimes I don't want to listen.
Sometimes I can't bring myself to care.
Sometimes I don't want to do anything.
Sometimes you have to fake it.

People want me to be someone I'm not.
People only say that...
Because they don't understand.
Because they need to push someone around.
Because they have nothing better to do.

People push others down because it makes them feel tall.
But in the end it will do nothing,
But make them feel small.
~a.k.

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