Though I am small.

And though I'm only small, next to all this,
I feel as though my words are hardly kind.
The things I say when I am scared are mixed,
I fear that I will lose out on some fun.

And then, I make as if I have been hit,
by things that people do or say to me.
I end up in my throat stuck with a pit,
It seems that I must still learn how to be.

So now, I know I'm still learning this way,
to be a smaller person than I am.
I think that this can be a place to stay,
below, and make my head much less a ham.