Worries

Will I always be small? Or will I grow tall?
Will I get friends? Or be a loner till the end?

Boys avoid me like the plague; Girls don't talk to me just in case.
Am I destined to die alone?
Give me a break, please- throw me a bone.

I sit here and wonder about what may be.
A life full of happiness, laughter and no fears,
Then I remember, who I really am, and I come to the conclusion,
That life isn't for me.

I'm told not to worry,
That life will sort itself,
But how can't I worry when I'm filled up with doubt.

Here is the truth about me and me alone,
I have no friends,
And I'm about 5ft2,
It's not even funny, but what can I do?

At the end of the day,
I'm a believer in fate,
So I'm going to do all in my power,
To make my life great.