Life will hold you back when you don't want him to
Life will also hold you back for the right reasons
Life will hassle you about the little things
Life also knows that the little things are most important
Life can be very confusing at times
Life can handle all the questions you throw at him
Life won't always answer your questions
Life will keep you up, when it's late at night
Life isn't always fair and isn't always unfair
Life will balance itself out, if you let him
Life can handle all the questions you throw at him
Life knows, full well, any day could be your last
Life is the one keeping you alive
Life sees you at your worst and your best
Life will make you late
Life will throw obstacles at you
Life also knows you can handle them all
Life is always popping up unexpectedly
Life will always be looking over your shoulder
Even if you hate Life sometimes, he's always watching over you

I say "I'm fine"
Maybe one day
I'll believe
What I say

there’s this phrase that i’ve heard
one that i adore and despise
“care deeply, hurt easily, cry readily”
do you want to know my dilemma with this?
it’s because it describes me
and i hate that and i love that
it’s a problem for me
i’ll break it down for you
but, i should warn you
i don’t know anymore
“care deeply”
it’s a blessing and a curse
a blessing because
i allow people into my life who enrich it
easily form true friendships
love those who love me
a curse because
i allow people into my life who destroy it
easily form fake friendships
love those who hate me
it’s a vicious cycle
one that i cannot escape
but do i want to even escape?
i don’t know anymore
“hurt easily”
i don’t know if this is a good thing
i don’t think it is
i don’t enjoy being hurt
i loathe the fact that i hurt
i don’t see much of a benefit to hurt and to being hurt
that might just be me
but i regret every single time
that i have caused someone to be hurt
it’s something nagging me
i don’t know anymore
“cry readily”
i hate the fact that i cry
i’ve been told it’s a good thing
that i feel compassion for others
but sometimes i don’t want to
why can’t i be calloused?
why must i cry when others do?
why can’t i be stronger?
or is it weakness?
i don’t know anymore
“care deeply, hurt easily, cry readily”
i don’t know anymore
what are the pros
what are the cons
would you tell me?

You round up because what difference is a quarter of a inch
Heels, depending on the size, will make you the average height
Leggings and sweats will bunch at your ankles
Shirts become dresses, but only for you
Dress hems hit the floor, but only for you
**** skirts become **** dresses
Having to hem every single pair of jeans
Sleeves. Sleeves are far too long
"Petite" clothing doesn't fit either
Step stools are your best friend
Jumping for something that's just out of reach works too
Constantly being mistaken for a 16 year old
(Even if you are turning 20 this year)
Being used as an armrest by someone who thinks they're funny
Stuck in the front for every group photo
There's that awkward height difference between you and everyone
Standing on tiptoes and having the guy lean down for a kiss
You hate sports that require tall people, like volleyball and basketball
And yet, you wouldn't change your height for the world