Vines are just like people
As they grow and grow and grow
But the difference with many people
Is they don't let imperfections show
They care who might see them
When they're wilted and they're dry
For vines don't care at all
How they look in others eyes
If we think we're rough around the edges We let others trim our hedge
But vines just grow all over
They just spread and spread and spread But similar to vines
We cannot live all on our own
For we need the right amount of sunlight If we're to really grow
Even if slightly messed with
Dead are our seeds of selfesteem Unfortunately our boundaries
Can be quite limiting
Also not like vines
We have something called a heart
For even if one leaves to falls
The whole system falls apart
