Small
A pebble on the walkway
A smooth soft grain of sand
A microscopic insect
A freckle on your hand
Sometimes I want to shrink myself
Crawl in a little ball
Become my own inconsequence
I feel so very small
I'm mired with emotions
I feel so hard so deep
Anguished in the agony
And the secrets that I keep
My thoughts they run they race
They haunt my gentle mind
I long for peace. Serenity.
A calm I'm yet to find.
Maybe if I'm quiet.
Tuck myself away.
Or crouch into the corner.
All day and night I'll stay.
Maybe if I close my eyes
And I don't think at all.
These demons will not find me.
And make me feel so small.
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