When I was young I was really small
I always dreamt I would some day be tall
But soon I realized I was different than others
I was short, small, and looked like my brother
My mind was filled with heat ache and flaw
I just wanted to have something to draw
I always was quiet and all alone
But still had no one on my phone
By this time I was already thirteen
I was 4"9 and awful mean
But soon I realized looks aren't important
I just really wish I had some reinforcement
Even though I was truly a mess
I learned to trust, and not love any less
Now I'm older and slightly taller
But only now I wish to be smaller
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Beyond Storytelling, Poems
PoetryHi guys! I'm pretty new to using wattpad and so I decided to publish some poetry that I wrote my self.
