I stand at less than 5 feet,
yet I seem tall.
When I am faced every morning,
with a decision, it depends on my height.
Am I willing to shrink again,
return to the view of the forgotten world?
I never fail to fall,
When I try to stand taller.
So sometimes I wonder,
who my oppressor might be.
What is the invisible roof,
that limits my growth.
That roof is no other than myself.
I've decided to stay down here
in the forgotten world.
To avoid entering
a whole new world of hurt.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC
I stand at less than 5 feet,
yet I seem tall.
When I am faced every morning,
with a decision, it depends on my height.
Am I willing to shrink again,
return to the view of the forgotten world?
I never fail to fall,
When I try to stand taller.
So sometimes I wonder,
who my oppressor might be.
What is the invisible roof,
that limits my growth.
That roof is no other than myself.
I've decided to stay down here
in the forgotten world.
To avoid entering
a whole new world of hurt.