Small
You feel
Small
To the world,
Tiny and
Unremarkable
You feel
Miniscule
In the
Role that
You play
You feel
Unimportant
And that
In the grand
Scheme of
Things, you
Don’t really matter
Your life
Is not needed
And you feel
You do nothing
You try to
See the life
You want
But it’s
Like looking
Through a
Keyhole,
Too small
To go through,
But large
Enough to
See a
Better life,
The life
You seek
Is out of
Your reach,
No matter
How hard
You try
You can
Work so hard
While others
Are just
Given things
And no
Matter
How long
You may
Work, in
The end
You will
Never have
The great life
You want
So life is
Unfair and
Favors some
Over others,
The balances
Are tipped
In their favor
And you
Start to
Tip towards
The end of
Your suffering
Written on March 13, 2020
Copyright © Dylan Ravenclaw | Year Posted 2021
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