Small

Small

Am I blessed
I feel so small
But so many emotions
Maybe I can be big
Maybe if I keep giving I can grow
I feel like I can't give anymore
As if I've given to the point I have nothing left
I'm neither here nor there
Planted safely inbetween
Everyone else is the veriable
I am the only constant
The only thing the same in all these equations
So what is it
What part am I missing
This signle source of inadequacy
Why is it that when you do something people see suddenly everyone wants to talk to you
What about all those times I'm just being me?
Why are these moments so undesierable
Please, just smile
Please, just be pretty
Please, just stop talking