Small Fish
They strain and stress
Feel the jabbing pain of failure and regret
Or feel the sense of admiration
Who knows?
These are the great ones
The ones that strive to change the world
They want to be that one difference
Oh, how they want this more than anything
It takes over their soul
It is the obsession in their resourceful mind
These are the ones that aim high
But what is the point if they just can't see?
If I could change just one thing, I would simply just change me
I want to be a friend, a sister, a lover, a fighter
Strong, kind, infinite, confident
I don't want to be defined as just one thing
I'm tired of taking people for granted and jumping to conclusions
All the hostility inside me and the pain I feel
I don't want to be contained
I am a small fish in a huge pond
I just want to grow
The world needs so many more things
But I want to be this certain way
All that the huge pond needs
Is a few more small fish who want to grow and change
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