The Boy in the Tree

The Boy in the Tree

There is a boy up in the tree.

He always sits there watching me.

No matter how I try to stop,

He's still the only thing I see.

He sits up there amongst the leaves.

Between the branches and the weaves

I swear I see him sitting there.

But still it seems no one believes.

I only see a silhouette.

A shadow that my mind accepts

I tell myself he is not real.

But still upon the branch he's set.

A rope around his neck I see.

The boy who sits upon the tree.

And as he hangs from where sat

I see his face and find he's me.