If you come see me
Im not a tree
that grows symetrically.
I get hurt
I get Ill, i am still
Not a tree,
So if you see, im not a tree and not ordered or not
even epitomy of beauty,
then think the mess, the dress, the clothes
And think who knows
What the hell ive been though, and do.
So do i wish i was a tree?
I really wouldnt, a tree is a tree
and i am me.
Poem. .Jules. As per date below.