Trees.

When the willows were younger

so was I.

There are tactics I learned as I grew

to get my way.

But as I suppress the guilt

I hollow out.

I become less of what I wanted to be

and more of what I am.

I start to bend faster than I thought I would.

The floorboards sink with time and weight

and everything in the room feels heavier.

If you decide to cry for me don't

we don't control the weather

and its time we stop pretending.