poetry by a girl who's afraid of herself //

Fall.

My favorite season is fall.
A lot of people ask me why, and I give them the same response ; I love fall because of the trees. I love how beautiful the leaves are covering up every bit of of whats left of this oak tree.

But my favorite part?
When the leaves fall off the tree and you see the tree for how it is ; bare and naked.

Then you notice that leaves cover up the fact that trees aren't perfect, that their branches are twisted and broken..

So my point on why fall is my favorite season is because those trees can represent people. Our so called "leaves" are the masks we hide behind. Hiding the false fact that we're "perfect"

And when when our leaves or "masks" falls off and were exposed, bare, and naked, people can see that no ones ever truly "perfect".

Because each and every single one of us is twisted and broken and like trees, we find a way to hide it.