You say my height doesn't meet the requirements.
And my face is too big.
You say I have a color too dull.
Not matching the one you dream.
You say my intentions are to wide.
And my imagination very high.
And I expect more than I can afford.
And I'm a flowing river who cry.
But as a sun I am warm.
And a night I am cold.
You can burn in my presence.
And I'm too big for your little mind to hold.
You pick point me like a loser.
Because that's what you are.
You try to being me down.
Because you are already stuck in ground so far.
Sit and talk and talk.
And see if I can hear.
You are too low for me to bend.
And small that I don't fear.
You can hold all the tiny points against my face.
And wait for my reaction to see.
You are like a particle of dust.
I'm happy and fine with me.