Someone Like Me

Small petite, three feet tall,

I’m different, like an alien.

Sitting in the corner alone,

not ever needing a companion.

My primary days calamitous,

someone like me felt only derision.

Shabby was my attire,

life was taut with collision.

Opposing the bullies was fruitless.

I was only fraught with another blow.

Curled in a ball like a hedgehog,

`why they do it`? I don’t know.

If only I had been a hedgehog,

I could’ve speared them with a spine.

But, for someone like me,

it was an ant-hill I couldn’t climb.

The effects of brutish cruelty,

the bullies created a mouse.

Never to stand tall in the world,

my sanctuary is an empty house.

What love I have and share with the living,

their death leaves me uncontrollable.

For someone like me,

their loss is, inconsolable.