A confident man

You can’t judge a person with a measuring rule.
Insecure people hate that I’m tall,
it bruises their ego while cramping their cool,
they try to belittle; yet they are so small.

They show off to friends and try to use me,
like an object of Laughter for others to see.
Some years ago they’d get off scot-free.
But now I'm evolved into who I should be.

A confident man who won’t be put down,
by self-doubting people who think I’m a clown,
the unsure might try: when out on the Town,
but it won’t be my face that’s spread with a frown.