I am a tree
I was born as a seed
but stuck in the ground
still waiting to be freed
I may be part of a beautiful, magestic scene
but not all
have that gene
But underneath
is the real me
with a tangle of roots
as large as could be
Full of love
Or full of danger?
the real me
is a stranger
Underneath the dirt and worms
Underneath the outside showing
I stitched a fake personality
and started sewing
Now I am tall
I have grown into fullest magesty
but the outside
is all you can see
Dig deeper..
Underneath
the real me is hiding
murdered and buried beneath the ground
waiting
for someone
anyone?
to help it be found
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