Prune

Cut down what you do not like of me Growing wrong-all wrong-it's all you see Strip away my beauty Once was I so tall...so large and proud But you cut me down to the crowd Strip away my beauty Why must I be changed so Why couldn't you just let me grow Strip away my beauty Without my stems, my leave, my blooms I feel so bare I am without a body now...so vulnerable--it isn't fair Strip away my beauty I am gone now, and in my place is an imposter This...this thing is not me...can't you see it is an imposter strip away my beauty