Tamara Moir

(22/03/1991 / Brisbane)

The Little Things


The giant cockroach struggles against the tiny ants
As he fights for his life, the ants try and take him away to eat
A one on three million battle that he will never win
The little ants finally succeed and take him away
The little things
The teenage girl struggles through each day at school
She fights to keep going as she is teased because of her looks
A one on five battle that she cannot win
The boys win, as she takes her life with a blade
The little things
Two friends struggling to keep the friendship going
They fight for the relationship as others tease
A one on one battle that they will not win
The others win and the friendship is broken
The little things
I see these things everyday and wonder why the little things can break us
The little things start up a friendship, but can also end it
The little things can start life, but also end it
The giant cockroach, he’s life ended with small ants
The teenage girl, her life ended with the boys saying small words
The friendship, it ended because one of the friends was different
The little things

Submitted: Thursday, November 17, 2005

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