Look down
And you will see me
Staring up into the clouds
Waiting for a strike of lightning
It'll hit you first, my friend
All the way up there
I must admit, I'm lucky sometimes
To be all the way down here
I'm an armrest for your elbow
A joke to make about elves
Being petite must certainly mean
The circus is in town!
I don’t know why you are frightened, sir
I'm giant compared to a homunculus
But anyone small is a threat to the tall
Because we know, you've got smelly armpits
I'm bored of the comedic shock
"Oh wow, you are short!"
Yes in fact, I'm like a spider monkey
Tiny mammals can still tear you apart
Look down, and I'm there
Breaking my neck to see the world
I may not be able to reach everything
But adversity has forced me to acquire… skills
To hardest part is looking up
And demanding to be respected
When people are forced look down on you
It resembles a kid having a tantrum
Being small doesn't really matter to me
It's the tall ones that remind me all the time
If my height is unsettling, look forward
You don't know how easily I can hide
You can't take yourself too seriously
When half the world perceives you as a child
I look up at the clouds, while they're busy looking down
Their limitations are just less obvious than mine
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 4:04 PM UTC
Look down
And you will see me
Staring up into the clouds
Waiting for a strike of lightning
It'll hit you first, my friend
All the way up there
I must admit, I'm lucky sometimes
To be all the way down here
I'm an armrest for your elbow
A joke to make about elves
Being petite must certainly mean
The circus is in town!
I don’t know why you are frightened, sir
I'm giant compared to a homunculus
But anyone small is a threat to the tall
Because we know, you've got smelly armpits
I'm bored of the comedic shock
"Oh wow, you are short!"
Yes in fact, I'm like a spider monkey
Tiny mammals can still tear you apart
Look down, and I'm there
Breaking my neck to see the world
I may not be able to reach everything
But adversity has forced me to acquire… skills
To hardest part is looking up
And demanding to be respected
When people are forced look down on you
It resembles a kid having a tantrum
Being small doesn't really matter to me
It's the tall ones that remind me all the time
If my height is unsettling, look forward
You don't know how easily I can hide
You can't take yourself too seriously
When half the world perceives you as a child
I look up at the clouds, while they're busy looking down
Their limitations are just less obvious than mine
A short person wrote this.
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