Growing up

I originally wrote this poem in French, and the translation takes away some of its meaning. So if it sounds funny, trust me, it sounds better in French.

I am a little person

But you don't know my name

I'm a poet and a musician

But I can't do what I love

Because it doesn't involve money's numbers

 

I write about what I love

That which tames me

And makes my heart beat

But who do I think I am

To write of such things

I am only a little person

And such things are meant

For big people alone

 

So, I don my clothes

Of the big important people

And I trade my guitar

For a cool briefcase

And I don a mask

To resemble the rest of the world

 

I will life a conformed life

And I will win money

I will have a big house

And win much honor

But I will live a life

Without a heart. Mine.