So I've been thinking,
And today,
I have decided
That I will be a tree.
On the outside,
I am strong,
I am tough,
I am beautiful,
And nothing is amiss.
But,
Maybe you should take
A closer look,
Because on the inside,
I am infested,
I am rotten,
And dark,
And ugly,
And twisted,
And wrong.
Yes,
I do look okay,
And maybe I am,
I am still surviving,
Maybe not thriving,
But I'm alive
Aren't I?
Although,
I will warn you,
I wouldn't
Push too hard
Nor climb too high.
Just because I am the tree,
That doesn't mean
I know how much
I'll be able to take,
Before something
Decides to break.
