Tree
My mind is like a rabid beast,
On bad thoughts it tends to feast,
Of all the humans I am the least,
Under everyone I seem to be,
Most people cannot see me,
I'm only in the way like a tree,
Cut down with no reason why,
Uprooted an dried,
Turned to paper I'm born to die,
All I want is to be left alone,
Until I am at least full grown,
Left in my own little zone,
But you see that doesn't happen,
While people are at home nappin,
My tree branches are snapping,
Left alone is all I wanted,
But no not me I was hunted,
All alone I was confronted,
An like that I am no more,
My heart in pieces it was tore,
Chopped me down but what for,
It's okay I understand,
Expansion is in huge demand,
I just hope someone knows I used to stand,
Proudly I stood tall,
As I was chopped down by y'all,
Until I was left to fall,
An that is the end of my story,
Like generations before me,
Just ashes of my former glory.
Copyright © Jaren Vizcarrondo | Year Posted 2017
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