You can’t judge a person with a measuring rule.
Insecure people; hate that I’m tall,
it bruises their ego while cramping their cool,
they try to belittle: yet they are so small.
They show off to friends and try to use me,
as an object of Laughter for others to see.
Some years ago: they’d get off scot-free.
But now I'm evolved into who I should be.
A confident man: who won’t be put down,
by self-doubting people who think I’m a clown,
the unsure might try: when out on the Town,
but it won’t be my face that’s spread with a frown.
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