It’s okay to feel the urge
To curl up in a blanket on the floor
And melt into a speck of dust.
It’s okay to feel melodramatic
Or stiff as a board.
It’s okay to scorn hugs and hunger for them
At the same time.
It’s okay to look up at shiny, tall towers
And wonder what you are doing.
It’s okay to watch from the outskirts of a party
Or realize someone’s smarter than you.
I want you to know
It’s okay to feel small,
But that doesn’t mean you can’t grow.
