When I'm small,
The pain doesn't hurt at all--
That's when I'm small.
I can hide that way,
Not listen to what they say--
Do what I may,
When I'm small.
Insults don't hurt;
I'm too small to be alert--
But it doesn't always work.
Am I still small?
When I'm big,
The pain is also big--
That's when I'm big.
No hiding place I can find;
I think I'm losing my mind.
People aren't very kind--
When I'm big.
I'm looking to shrink;
I just can't seem to think--
"Big" sure does stink!
I want to be
small.
When I'm small,
The pain doesn't hurt at all--
That's when I'm small.
There's always a way--
We're human, after all.
But, it is terrible to say,
Who will take "the fall".
We are never to blame--
It is always someone else.
Isn't it a shame--
That we are so into ourselves?
"Forget the other guy"--
That's what we all say.
It is never "how" or "why";
That's saved for another day.
The syndrome is "I", "ME", "MINE"--
It's symptoms are cruel.
One must cross back over the line;
No one is really a fool.
What has happened to us?
It has all been academic.
Is there something we can discuss?
There shouldn't be a gimmick.
The way is clear to me;
There's a point that I must relay;
It shouldn't have to be--
That we make the other person pay.
We all should be fair--
As fair "as fair" can be.
We all should care--
Why can't people see?
There's always a way--
It is like healing a sore.
The situation will have to be ok--
Need I say anymore?