I have tried being small. I have followed my fear like instinct like instruction.  Imitating the expected. Some sick excuse for human Some uncanny valley girl. “She seems so nice but there’s something a little off, right?” I have followed my fear like doctrine. I let it lead me, and eat away at me. I let it fester and spread. I let it keep me from living. I have tried being small and it almost killed me. So I’m choosing differently. I’d rather fumble around a bit while I learn And be too much Or too loud Or too strange. I can withstand the discomfort and the fear I can weather the storm I can learn to dance with it.