My Poems!

Little

I'm the youngest in my family

Youngest in my grade

I don't want to be

I shouldn't be soo short for my age

I'm overlooked

Just a minor flaw

The period in a big book

Disturbing others like a ravens caw

I'm constantly whining for attention

But no one dares to give it

Constantly in my own twisted detention

I reach for the highest shelf, but can't reach it

When others walk

I have to run

When others talk

I shout, which is not quite fun

And because I'm little

They think my soul small too

But my soul is huge with huge feelings, such a riddle

And those who agree with me are few