• I know youve probably been through more and all but

    I just feel so small, weak, and debil, and to delicate,

    Like a small flower in a huge patch of roses,

    That while the grow taller and beautiful i stay small,

    With barley a bloom, and unnoticed,

    What if i cant be as tall, confident, and beutiful as those around me?

    I fear while the sadness pain, and darkness, grows inside of me,

    I slowly die inside leaving pain and sorrow behind