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.