I just sprouted
and all I see
are tall trees
beside me
all big and strong
bare fruits and all

Now I'm scared
cause if I didn't grow
like them
I will deemed
a ****
an unwanted ****
a plant in a wrong place
Now the pressure is on
I want to grow tall and strong
bare fruits and all
but before that
let me enjoy the sunshine
and air.
I promise when the time come
I will make them proud
with all the fruits
I will bare.

I am afraid.
Afraid that the lightning
will strike me;
that I couldn't bear to listen
to its thunder.
Afraid that no matter how hard
I try to protect myself,
I'll still end up hurting.