I smile and laugh upon the pedestal but the secret is mine that when I step down to the ground I’m just of average height.

You saw me when I rose up high and signaled to you for help. I wanted so much to be carried down for I’m just of average height.

The lights are bright up on my throne and they flatter me well. When you lifted me down you saw the shadows of someone of average height.

I asked if the shadows really made a difference to which you answered yes. You had only come to me to witness my shine but you discovered that I’m just of average height.

You try to remember me in a higher place so you can smile at me. I tell you not to bother, it was just an illusion, I’m really just of average height.

I cry bitter tears at the disappointment mirrored in yours when you realize that I’m right, and just a girl of average height.