I’m not a tree (see if it resonates)

I am not a tree, that’s what they thought I am.

They think I am nothing like them.

The think I have no friends supporting me from behind.

They think they’re not heard, nor remain unseen.

They think they’re invisible, what a shame they put themselves into.

They see the dark, they cannot see me.

They’re deaf, they’re blind they cannot hear me.

They thought I am crazy and not worthy.

They failed to see the best in me.

I am a new person, a new prodigy.

I was genius I just can’t let them use me.

I wasn’t proud of me, I think it’s a curse it must not be shown.

But the angels told me, it’s a gift for me, something only me can handle.

They cannot have it because they don’t believe it.

They cannot see it because they haven’t felt it.

They couldn’t felt it because they can’t imagine it.

Their life is full of darkness, they couldn’t get out from it.

I am a free spirit, they couldn’t keep up with.

My friends told me I am, they always want me around.

It felt free to be with me.

I am not a tree, I am not a statue, I am me.

A being, human being, a spirit, a beautiful spirit.

A soul, a beautiful soul.

I am not a tree, I am a prodigy.

Published by irose

Hi! I'm Roselyn! Username: irose PayPal (In case you wanna sponsor me www.paypal.me/RoselynMina I am a life warrior. I have been through shit, running away from my bliss. But I guess, I've had enough that I want to just be myself. *My mother dreamt of something great; I think I am doing it, this time!⛄

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