You call me short,
You call me small.
But just you wait,
And soon I'll be tall.
When you call me weak,
I know it's true.
But still sometimes I want to shriek.
You laugh at me when I make a mistake,
Maybe it's time I laughed at you.
Yes, maybe I'm short.
But I'm so close to being your height,
I think I'll give you a fright.
Because if I'm short,
You don't tower over me anymore,
Then you must be short too.
So much pride you hold.
Maybe it's time to learn what humility can do.
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Poetry
PoetryYeah so some of these suck and some don't, some are happy some are sad, some are down-right depressing. But you know, I hope you like them. Or don't. Whatever.
