You stand tall
Wide girth
Big stance
Yet, you are small
Small-minded
Petty and a footling
You may not even know what that means
But it is you in a nutshell
You turn on a dime
You laugh a wicked belly
You flop and flail
If only you had been caught and released
You so desire to be a part of that group
But you are trivial to them
You turned your back on your ideals
So that you could stand even taller
But you are in a sinkhole
You have no shine
Just that from bile
As all know what you did
Burrow like an ostrich
You will fall into your own morass
Jumble, clutter, and sputter
You built your own quicksand
Wear all the platform shoes you want
You will sink, sink, sink
For you are quite small in spite of it all
Categories: Culture, identity, mental health, Psychology
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