If you were me
Then you would see
Exactly how I feel
How every word
Grates on my nerves
And this does not appeal
Inside a little box I live
It seems awfully small today
I'm trying very hard to give
I know I have to find a way
Everywhere I go
Everyone looks taller
Because of this, I think--I know
That I am getting smaller
This isn't real
The way I feel
And yet it's very true
My remedy:
To say with you,
"Be still. Be still. BE STILL!"
Poetry! Yay!
ReplyDeleteP.S. Taller is overrated.
Poetry! Not Yay! (I don't get hidden meanings in most poetry. Ask Dale how much I like poetry. Why don't you say it plainly and not so secretively? Why???)
ReplyDeleteWell, the answer is that I just like being secretive.
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