Silent Whispers of Dysphoria

That Burned Down Tree

I am that burned down,
Black, leafless, shadeless tree,
Whose fire was caught,
By your selfish jealous deeds.

I am that burned down,
Ugly, useless, unfruitful tree,
Who believed pouring in rain,
The fire would stop.

I am that burned down,
Emotional, superstitious tree,
Who believed in the superstition,
That there were you to make it green.

I am that burned down,
Fool, unpractical tree,
Who believed you would make it green,
Again, though you were the one to burn.

I am that burned down,
Black, leafless, shadeless tree,
Yet beautiful in its own
Way, attracting several.

I am that burned down,
Ugly, useless, unfruitful tree,
Yet proud of me,
To burn myself to save others.

I am that burned down,
Emotional, superstitious tree,
Yet believes that someone's there,
To give it water even if it's dead.

I am that burned down,
Fool, unpractical tree,
Yet strong enough to die,
To get someone better.

                         - Zayana Cullen

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