Small
September 2011 (10th Grade)

I'm peering through the fog,
with only the illusion of time,
as my memory plays a melancholy ballad
on these fragile heart strings of mine.
In an empty room,
it seems so small.
In a crowd,
it's louder than them all.
Don't remind me
of how happy I thought I was.
I think I watched even God's light go out,
like everyone else's does.
Sometimes I feel so small
in this big ol' place.
An overlooked,
mistaken face.
The flightless birds fly higher 
than me somedays.
I still smile
though my heart continues to decay.
This old stuffed bunny lays beside me
as it has for the past eight years.
Accepting my huge faults
and catching my small, salty tears.
Lovers make liars.
Liars make sinners. 
I'm the village fool who got torn to small pieces
with a large pair of pliars.
The pauper crawling to the steeple
has small hopes and beliefs that won't stall.
I have large dreams, and beliefs of forgiving you?
Next to nothing at all.