My most personal poem yet

Giant:

I am a giant, I duck under doorframes and scrape ceilings, people stare as I tower over them, their eyes flash, with fear? Admiration? Jealousy? I never know, but their eyes flash nonetheless.

It is in the nature of giants that we are always visible, conspicuous in a world that values anonymity, and I do find myself wishing I could simply blend in, to vanish among a crowd, to be able to stand still for a moment without becoming an obstacle, to be looked upon as another face among hundreds rather than a lone outlier.

As rare as not being noticed may be, rarer still is truly being seen by people, for more than just what I am, to be seen as more than just a monolith, or a monster, to be seen for who I am, for my soul, rather than my size, is what i truly desire.

I am a giant, and there is no changing that, but I do sometimes wish, I could be just like everyone else.