a lack of height

I know you try
I know you care
I know you want to help me out
You wish you could be
everything for me
my all, my always, always there

You think you do
but you don't think much
and though you try e'ry day
I don't oft say
Good job, well done, I'm understood

I want you to,
I wish so bad
that we could just connect
but if not with you,
than no one else

for you surely know me best
will I ever be
eye to eye, easy to see?

Or will my view forever be
a trying shirt?
and yours, some hair,
fine, but hardly there.

I suppose I need to get used to it now
It will never get much better
Dear paper, you are my truest friend
and we must only become closer
for there is no one else on earth like me
and it's silence that I fear