Seeds of darkness and evil
Rested within my soul,
Slowly sprouting
And growing into
A giant tree of 'me'.
At the beginning
Its healthy trunk,
Wood covered happiness.
And on this tree,
Fresh ripe fruit of joy
And rich green leaves of gladness.
People; strangers - come along
And steal my joy
Pluck it right off me
They shake the gladness from my branches
They fall like tears
Until there is nothing.
No fruit or leaves,
No joy or gladness,
Only a thick trunk.
Eventually the tree rots
Infested with pain and anger
Sadness, misery and woe.
But why??
Why did the people, so many people
Steal from me my fruit of joy
Shake away my gladness
And leave my trunk to die?
Without the joy, the gladness
And the happiness
I am nothing.

Now I wait to be cut down.