The Tree

I see my self

Not sure it's me

Am I the roots?

Or am I the tree?

It's often said

We are really three

So when I look

Which one is me?

Is it I that people see

Or is it I

That hides

From thee?

I often wonder

With all my sides

If talking now

Is just all lies.

I can't imagine

How I've become

A stronger person

Who's value none.

If I could tell

The world I'm here

What question asked

Would leave things clear?

I speak of I

As if I'm only

The one who matters

The one not lonely.

But truth be told

I mask my fears

I hold my thoughts

I stash my tears.

To much crying

As people see

Is to much worry

When I see me.

I view myself

As image changes

And ask the world

To see me ageless.

What I should ask

If I were free

Is if I'm now

A better tree.

For roots are there

They give me life

But roots stay hidden

They cause no strife.

If I'm found out

The problem stays

And burn my tree

Is how it plays.

I am the tree

For all to see

But roots below

Are really me.