I relate to this poem so much.

Yeesh, aim right for the heart, why don't you?

"i feel small and unimportant/like a child, and that's the way I like it."
I feel the same way, and yet I'm slowly growing discontent with the forfeiting of respect in honor of freedom.

It's good being small and unimportant and innocent

ohmygosh, this is so how i feel, hah.

I believe that writers, especially poets, want to be left alone in their warm little corners, watching and watching and churning out their works of art. That's how I feel. And I relate to this poem, although I suspect it wasn't about writers per-say. I really loved how short and so simple it was- it leaves a lasting impression that doesn't overwhelm you. It's subtle and soft and deals with one thought and one word. I really love it. I really do :).