The Height of a Heart ~Poems~

Tall as a Tree

Do you see the world when your tall?
Does everyone seem the same?
Like robots calling each other names?

For me being short is a normal thing.
Everyone looks down on me short and weak

So what should I do?

When the people who are the same changed over the year?
Should I wear shoes with heels?
So that you hear me click down the hall

Should I wear boots so that I can finally blend in with the crowd
and not worry for being the first one pointed out?

I stood on my chair in math class and looked across the room.
Every head was almost the same

Just colors splattered across the room

Like the shoes even took that matter to my boots

What was I thinking?

I'll always be short.
No matter what heel I wear

Or what hat I wear

Being the arm rests for others 
While joking with others

Did I do something wrong to be born this way?
Not the way others have.

If I could should I take it back?

Be the height of a man?

Do I take this wound my whole life as a rash?
Let the fingers point and children ask;

"Why is he short for a man"?

The knife is pointed and I wasn't ready

I hid away

Going deep in to my own darkness that no one could eye
maybe because there height was to high?
Was I ever going to be the same? 
To be the highest of the high?

No, I'll be the lowest of the low that no one could spy

But for some reason I felt different when I opened my eyes
I saw I was the highest of the high!
My body had changed to mine

I looked around my darkness to see the door
Where I was the lowest of the low
that no one could spy.

I walked toward the door but saw it was far to small
the knob the size of snot and all
Right beside I saw a poster I could barely spy
Picking it up I read the words 
My eyes narrowing on something smeared.

"Your you and that won't change
no matter what the height
Does it really matter if your the highest of the high"?

 What did this mean?

Was it okay to just be me?
Everyone else hates difference

So is it wrong to want to flow out of the difference?

I dropped the poster feeling sad
I had to chose to be a man
Be the me that wasn't tall
And didn't hold height at all

All I asked was for some height
But I guess it isn't as important
As the height of my heart
Who was I kidding?
I had the biggest heart

It was as tall as a tree

The highest of the high 
And no one would drag that down to size.