This poem is about how I deal with being short.
Sometimes I remain too isolated as if I'm at a deserted fort.
When I'm in public, I am stared at by people of different ages, different genders, and different races with different faces.
The situation doesn't change even though I go to different places.
In the past, I did not respond correctly to the ridicule.
Low self-esteem dropped my self-worth down to a value that was miniscule.
I needed to find a way to put an end to the verbal abuse
Because I needed to locate my true identity so that I wouldn't be misused.
I had to find a solution because I didn't want to use murder as a form of retribution.
The end result of that sort of madness is a final verdict of execution.
I've now overcome all forms of bullying and my life is now fine.
The key to my victory is the daily recitation of Psalms Chapter 109.
In conclusion, the correct alternative is to not retaliate
Due to the fact that the mediocre masses choose you as a guinea pig to alienate.
Vengeance comes from above so copy what I do to have curses dropped upon your enemies,
So that your foes will die of incurable disease.