growling for function
I watch everyone grow
It hurts to move and think
All i want is to shrink
Pepole alround me call me slow
but to be honest it is the glowling from my insides
to be thin is to fit in to be smart is to fule
when you stop and dont fule you can't think and
all you want to do is shink
no matter how thin you become the space in your brain becomes thiner
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Personal struggle with identity/body image, some abstract reflection on thought/worth.
Dense layering of interconnected ideas: shrinking, fitting in, fuel, thinness, intellect compressed.
Overwhelmingly negative: pain, hurt, inadequacy, self-diminishment, existential emptiness.
Urgent, fragmented pacing with repetition of 'shrink/think' creates kinetic restlessness despite raw delivery.
Approximately 13-14 lines when reformatted; falls in 7-15 line range.
Metaphor of thinness/shrinking for self-worth; personification of 'glow'; implied metaphor of fuel for effort.
Pure introspective lyric voice; internal monologue with direct first-person testimony throughout.
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