Big People
Big people don't know what it's like to be scared of the dark,
Big people aren’t silly, funny or sad,
They're just mad… like Dad.
I don't want to be big,
I want to be little, not small just little
Like a kettle.
I want to be little and free,
To be who I want to be, not want other people want me to be.
Deep down inside,
I don't want to hide, like the big people do,
Their fake, fake, fake, fake, fake, fake, fake… mostly.
I want to be fair, true, happy, and joyous and make people
Laugh the way only little people with their wild imaginations can.
Big people not only contain them selves but the other people around them,
Including me who just wants to break free, to be me,
And be able to run into the sea almost naked and break my comfort zone,
To have no pressure on what I should do and not have to worry about what people will think
About me cos. I am who I want to be.
Age should only be a small barrier, months or years,
3,4,5,9,10. (Any more and I would have to use my toes),
It shouldn't matter at all,
We are all in common, we all had breakfast a Tiffanies.