you'll be naked
like a tree come winter
you'll be nimble
like the branches
that break
from a single touch
your roots
will be exposed
for everyone to see
you won't be able to
shield yourself
from the bitter cold
but you'll finally
be who you've been
trying so hard
to burn
you'll finally be
yourself
when the leaves fall off
YOU ARE READING
When the Leaves Fall Off
PuisiI am not a poet, I'm just very angry. This is all the emotion I've kept inside for so long. This is me behind the masks. This is me when the leaves fall off.
