Analysis of mouse and elephant

i feel that we all got to pick one day
but i wasn’t there when it was explained
what our pick would mean for the rest of our lives

i was always too loud for the mouse
not running away from danger fast enough
not being able to look away and keep my mouth shut

but then i was too sensitive for the elephant as well
too open with my struggles, even tears
and always looking in mirrors an elephants head would never fit

i fail to understand how being tall and strong seems so easy for him
and how she was born to be tiny and quiet
it could almost be sad

as if that day, all those years ago
we were only tricked into believing we could choose
when really someone else had formed those piles