Dont Worry For Me: A Book of Poems

Erase Your Face

The forest is filled with trees of different height

That all tried to be the same.

Their leaves were red and pink and the ugliest color of yellow.

But none of them were brown

Because all the brown leaves had died.

They surround him in sneaky slithering motions,

And build themselves a house for him.

And they paint for him,

A new face.

And he accepts it.

They dash on the deepest, darkest blues,

But replace it with a yellow.

They put on him a popping piece of pink,

Because to them, brown is the color of death.

But brown is not always bad,

To some it's even better.

So erase the face they painted on you, and look into the mirror.

And once the lights die down you will see

Who it is that lies beneath.