Aren't I little?

[dotgraph]

Christmas Day:
Underneath this anger
is just....a benign reason for it.
A little calcification or tumor that doesn't hurt or harm.
I'm so little.
And I can't make myself grow any faster.

...................

Waking up...to an incessantly ugly face this New Year's Eve Day.
As every day.
Picking up glitter and glass shards off my plastic-meant-to-look-like-wood floor.
The watercolor pencils, the paintbrushes, the paper.
Cold hands don't tell you if they hurt.
They're too numb.