Small Poem, by zhangyuyouyu, at My poetic side

I've always been small

The shortest one sitting in the front row

The shortest one standing in front of the lines

But I had a big personality

I joked. I laughed. I lived.

Then, my personality seemed to shrink

My world grew darker and smaller

I was small both physically and mentally

My existence was a ghost

I struggled. I cried. I cut.

Now, I have not grown any taller

I know my personality won't grow either

For some time, it was acceptance

It is how it is

The only question is

Right now, why are you trying to make yourself even smaller?

Gymming. Running. Dieting.

I've been small and even smaller

Still, I don't love myself

Comments +

sorenbarrett September 24th, 2026 04:00
There is a questioning in this write where small is seen as a defect and it is extended to one's mental ability. Everything is relative and there are always smaller and bigger. This poem focuses on one's perspective of this and there is a sense of dissatisfaction. Changing one's point of view seems the answer. Nicely written.
Fränz Müller September 24th, 2026 21:27
I prefer to be small, the happy cog in the big machine.

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