I live as a lonely redwood tree;
I can only watch as they destroy me
And yet I still stand firm because
If I fell
No one would catch me.
I wish I could shake my leaves loud enough for all the world to hear
Just so they see me
Maybe one day they will cheer
And maybe then their voices will carry and I will see
That I am wanted.
If only.
Though that is not my reality
Everywhere I look, I see blank faces
Everyone I see is not looking at me
Instead they turn their backs and leave no traces
I live as a lonely redwood tree;
If I fell
No one would catch me.
Now red is all I see
The blood of them.
The blood of me.
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Caroline Block
I'm a high school student who has been writing since middle school. It's what I consider it to be one of my escapes when I feel lost in the world. I enjoy creative writing as well as insightful essays. I hope you enjoy my work!
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