yes,
i'm short,
and i know you can touch the sky while i can't.
why have you never offered me a seat on your shoulders, though?

yes,
i'm short,
however, i could do without you reminding me that nobody wants to draw the short straw.

yes,
i'm short,
but that doesn't mean you should absorb all of the sun as i shrivel up in your shadow.

yes,
i'm short,
yet i still like to feel like i am not.