I saw you

Yesterday

I wanted to cry

Why?

Your past is like a perfect tree

Cut by an ax every few feet

I thought you had it perfect

I guess I was wrong

I underestimated your struggles

Now as I start to wonder about myself

I think maybe I understand

But I don't understand

Why you think you need to be like them.

But what do I know?

Nothing.

So maybe I should stop.