Looking down at the ground, where see all the leave.
deep in thought, wondering why life isn't great as I imagined to be.
Sixteen trying to convince myself to believe that I'm ok, that my life is the same as the little girl that laughed everyday, no worry no care wondering how everything changed, attempting to grab a branch and gasp for air, like a tree that's full of leafs though one falls no one cares. Not wanting to show I'm changing like a leaf in the fall, wanting to be a positive role model people look up to but here I am on the ground, looking up for a hand while people look down. Like a leaf falls from a tree, losing it's ablity to produce the air we need. I'm falling and forgetting how to breath, covered by snow, buried in hate, but I shouldn't lose hope because ever year the snow melts away, decomposing the leaf to feed the tree, helping it grow and regaining its green leaf.