If only I could be

What you want of me.

I look in the mirror only to see

A girl as annoying and useless as a flee.

I drink tea

In the morning, long to feel free.

I am only a prisoner, gee,

I am without a key.

I am in a body of someone who is paying the fee

Of their past lives, she

Must have been “glee”

To be

With. I am a tree

Some think I an evil, the tree from the story of Adam and Eve.

Other believe

I am wise and old or even strong, but in reality,

I am just a tree standing by the sea.

*This doesn’t make any sense, but I like it. I am so sorry for for not posting, I haven’t been the most positive lately and I haven’t been in the mood to write. I hope you have a wonderful day or night as always!*