Feeling Small Poem by Micron Jan

Sometimes I just feel so small,
Insignificant, unnoticed by all.
Everyone towers, brighter, more grand,
And I feel the weight they place with their hands.

They stamp, they shout, they can be so cruel,
And if I rise, they squash me—that's the rule.
Their burdens pile, pressing me down,
Making me shrink, unseen, almost drowned.

If brave, I rebel, scowl, stomp my feet,
But equality here is a dream I can't meet.
I won't outshine, outgrow, or rise above,
Forever too low, denied even a shove.

Yet sometimes I long, deep in my heart,
To feel not so small, not torn apart.
To matter to someone, even just one,
To shine for a moment beneath the sun.