I hate the way I feel so small,
When my teacher calls my name in full.
I know it's silly, and I shouldn't care,
But my mind races, and I'm trapped in despair.

My nickname is what I go by,
It's who I am, it's my pride.
So when she calls me by my full name,
I feel like I'm to blame.

Did I do something wrong?
Was it something in my tone?
These questions haunt me all day long,
And I feel so alone.

I hate this sensitivity that I possess,
It makes me feel like such a mess.
I wish I could let it go,
But it's like a weight that won't let me go.

I know I need to be stronger,
To not let every little thing bother.
But for now, I'm trapped in this sensitivity,
And it's a prison that won't set me free.


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