A gentle breeze

Brushed across my skin.

The blades of green sat around me

Adorned with dew.

The trees stood tall—

Guarding this wonderland.

Trapping a monster like me,

Deep inside.

The roots tangled around me,

Varying in thickness.

Growing stronger with my emotions;

Good or bad.

Struggle to control myself,

This prison is where I belong.

Distant from everyone;

I'll continue to gently hum

My melancholy song.