Opinions aren't important
Except they are
They shape who we are
They make our decisions
They destroy our friendships
They deny us entry
To the great forest
The forest of life
The forest of death
The forest of happiness
The forest of sadness
But this forest changed me
It made me a disfigured mess
A destroyed soul
With black lips
And sad slumbers
I regret going to the forest
It made my feel empty
In more than one way
As I cry on a rock
A rock more important than me
I look at the ground
And realize I am no more
Than a single grain sand