Have you ever felt like a mouse in your life? Like a nobody who can't do anything at all? That's how I feel all the time. I sometimes begin to sob and wonder about why I can't shape a path. I'm too small in this broken society, and I can't even whisper a thing. I get bashed, humiliated, and overall hurt. I wonder about why people feel mental pain, and that it's usually the result of another person. Human beings a strange concept, aren't they? Thinking it's fine to make people wanna die or even cry themselves to sleep at night. Who are you to determine what a person does or not deserve? In the end, we're all the same. Small and weak individuals. That's what we always will be unless we change something now. We need people to feel like they belong. That's what matters to me, but it also should to others. Small and low self esteem is what we make others feel. Like they are nothing, a waste of space. Dear, you might be small, but to me you're a shining star. Stick around, change the world. I beg you to continue and fight on. This world is small, but our lives are smaller. You'll be a leader and make this world one a kind.
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PoetryThis is just some short things I write about. Some may be about me, but some may not. I hope you don't get depressed while reading this. = Don't copy any of the stories that are presented in this book. Thank you.
