I have always been short. Not just in the height aspect, but everything. Short in confidence, talent, beauty. So when people make fun of my height, they are also unconsciously insulting my insecurities. I hate it. I hate being short, when I can tell others to be brave and confident. Why can't I follow my own advice? I may be short physically, but inside, I need to be tall. Because being short is only going to hurt me, and in my head I am a tall warrior. Being short shouldn't define me. Just because I am short doesn't mean I can't beat you. Just saying.
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Oleander-COMPLETED
PoetryALL RIGHTS RESERVED Her words were like oleander flowers, so delicate, like a gossamer spider string, but poisonous, like her scarred, despondent heart. *in other words, my crap poetry that is still really important to me*
