Sacrificed

What’s the point in being an open book when no one wants to read?

You can’t grow if you rely on others to plant the seed

You can’t help change others when they’re okay with being weeds

Yet they have the mindset that they’ll still end up like trees

But who am I to preach, for I have planted mine without the sunlight it needs

‘Cause I’m too busy watering the weeds

Not making sure my tree has even sprouted; letting myself become uprooted by the weeds

So the weeds will grow vast, and there aren’t any trees

And I forget about my seed because there are so many weeds

Now the land is tarnished, and I’m not brave enough to find new soil

I’m not brave enough to uproot the weeds, so I continue with turmoil

Losing sight of my seed, and now the weeds want to become trees

So I help plant their seeds, and watch them become a forest

While I, myself have become the weed