Why,
Can't I,
Bare the truth?
It seems that the trees
Know more of my roots.
For outside,
Is safe,
To no worries or feuds.
But I,
Must hurry,
To a home with no hue.
This poem is personal to me, as it is based on the controlling nature that some parents/siblings may possess. If you can relate to this poem, you are strong and valid.