This is my Self portrait of a tree. I wrote this after a really hard day at school/Football. I was in a dark place and till this day it is still my very Favorite poem. I love the emotion the description and all the truth behind it.

Self Portrait of a tree

on that street you walk by every now and again

Shorter than you

Skinnier than you

And almost unnoticeable

He stands alone

But has dead wood and black bands

Holding him up for support

they're his only friends and without them

He'd fall over and die

One day he'll make oranges

One day he'll be tall

But it seems like that day will never come

For what seems like forever he's just waiting to shine

With hard work he'll get big

But even work it will still take some time

All he wants is growth

To be strong

To be tall

To be big

To be scary

instead of scared

Maybe if he talks big he'll be taken that way

Nope

No matter how much talking he does

He still not big

Twice the work

half the improvements

All for nothing

No recognition