Clyde

No where to go. No where to run. I look at the sky and watch the clouds go by. If someone where to find me, I would have no where to hide. I don't feel safe. If the lady from the place told you otherwise, it was a lie. She makes me stay here, even when I yell and cry. The big bad man always hurts me, and tells me not to move or i'll die. My mouth is shut, and I don't even know why. I'm a good girl. I listen and I clean. I promise I won't be a problem, I won't even be seen! The days and night's started to go by, when one day I met a tree and named him Clyde. I know he isn't real, but when i'm sitting under his shade I feel my scars start to heal. I talk to him, and he talks back. He told me about his childhood, and how he became a tree. He used to be real, just like me. When a bad lady who looked like a witch cast a spell on him, and before he knew he started to feel buried in. Starting to grow out of the ground, poor Clyde, he couldn't even make a sound. Even if he tried, no one would hear. He cried for years, and years, until the day I came by. We found each other, and we both know why. As I got older I never forgot. I still come back and catch him up on a lot. He might not talk back anymore, but I hope he knows he'll always be my home. Forever and always Clyde, you where there when I thought I was alone.