Feeling Little

At times when we can feel our faces red Things seem to be so hard, cant understand Our worry for ourselves cant seem to end When there is something colorful at hand Sometimes Daddy is there and others not Yet often times we like to play alone Try at forgotten games we once were taught And at night telling others on our phone It's fun to play and sometimes we get hurt Getting back up at all makes half the fun We like to wear our colors on our shirts The stains and tears help us feel that we've won At times we often think our hearts are led By others but we send ourselves to bed