When most of your family is short you can’t help but also get those cursed genes.

I mean the world is unfair so can I really complain? 

As a short, average looking girl, I really can’t offer much

Growing up while everyone grew around you 

Leaves you with the desire to reach for them

So you do, or at least try to

As you try to reach

The whole world comes down against you

Once again making you be at your lowest 

Yet without giving up you reach out once again

And once you feel like you’re about to reach

You end up coming down once again

Becoming something never-ending

An endless cycle of reaching and falling

Never being able to reach

Being left in the bottomless pit once again

And once you're finally ready to give up

You begin to take a step back

You begin to see

That while pretending to be someone you’re not

All the growth you have been reaching for

Had always been right in front of you

In a world with a mentality of to each their own

You can't help but look up to those better than you

Why is it that within our own story we’re not even the main character? 

The funny thing is 

Isn’t the main character usually different from the rest?