i always complain i want to be smaller

but by smaller i didn't mean clutching my knees
and rocking back and forth
with anger in my hands
and hot blood in my veins
tears in my hair
and scratches on my calves

filled with so much anger and rage that it crippled me to the ground
making me sob with frustration
i feel so small
weak
fragile

the wind could ******* away if i let it

maybe i will