i've never felt so small,
the way the waves viciously crash upon the shore
and the people covering up the tiny grains of rocks
(so tiny that they feel soft).
children running up and down the beach to their parents saying
"look at how many shells i've found" full of such excitement.
except i'm not there
no, not at all
instead i'm at home laying on the floor.
feeling more than i should but sounding completely sane
having more than i should but feeling so poor
poor of energy that's all
never heart-broken just confused
always silent but constantly thinking
"what am i supposed to do".
raised with people born with so much thrill
makes my own persona seem so dull
how can someone be so ignorant of how others feel,
"be more talkative, make more friends, earn more money"
yet still be myself.
or when you say to be myself, you're only implying
"live by our standards but still look like yourself"
i've never felt so small,
full of thoughts, conversations, art.
how can everything fit in the brain only the size of my tiny hands.
i've never felt so small,
i sometimes wish i was taller
what good would that do,
grow a couple inches that's all it is
all it would be.
i've never felt so small.
-IP
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Poetrya collection of poems i've written mostly consisting of opinions, and for all of you who need something to read whether you're thinking too much or not at all. a couple of reminders for myself, and for those who are drunk on life. read however you w...
