I'm not a tree
for you to mark
you're not gonna
cut me down
and burn me
for warmth
you don't have
to push me
I've already fallen
you want to
cut off my limbs
and leave me
defenseless
I could've been
a breath of
fresh air
you held your breath
and now you're
unconscious
I'm not shading
you from the light
and the storms
anymore
you have to see---
and if you burn
get struck by lightning
just let it be.