I'm a tree of the decisions I've made,
of the emotions I've given a chance to sprout
   ...the dreams whose leaves I've left to weather
      of my feeble personality guided by the winds of this world.

I am a tree , changing  with the seasons
My leaves are different poker faces stacked up in a deck of cards
If you want a king, a joker, a gentleman, a nobody...I can be all lords.
    
I'm in a comma with my eyes unfastened,
to see each version of me build walls of make believe
And,
I want to stop them, but the world does a decent job at stroking their ego.
With each new sleeve, the real me sinks  deeper each time I wake up.

I don't accord to fiction  but, these shells of me lie about my story
    ...about the tales of my roots
...the purity of my smile
about the strength of my heart.

I want to get back to the surface,
to feel, again, the sun's kiss
I scream in my head...
But the dome I built can't let my roar out
So, the tree I am, I remain still
as my life burns out.