Your tree

And I thought I was done so far gone wouldn't go back not ever but I guess I was so terribly wrong and now I'm here wondering how I ended in the one place I never wanted to be. And I know I could get myself outta here but you sewed the seed and it's hard to ignore the blossoming self doubt and complacency tree you continually water. How long do I have before the shade envelops all of what I thought I was? The gardener you brought continually rips the vines that wrap around me, but there's only one of her the vines don't stop and I am of no use. She would never admit it I think but I can see the growing frustration with my continual stagnation and soon she will be gone and my shadow will be no longer..