Biology class is like a tree.
It really grows on me.
Not like Stockholm-syndrome.
I'm paralyzed, stuck at home.
The roots tear through my bones.
The trunk weighs me down.
The glossy leaves reflect my frown.
The branches shade me from the bright light of life.
I can't see my future. It's all pain, strain, and strife.
Living hurts. With death I flirt.
I look up the tree that protrudes through my shirt.
It's an obstacle, and I want to climb it.
I want to learn how to cope with life, not the rainforest climate.
I feel roots taking water from my pulmonary vein.
I feel them tickling the limbic system of my brain.
My aorta blocked by roots from the trees,
And my bronchiole clogged with leaves.
When will it end? When will I be free?
Since when could a tree grow inside me?
Will my friends learn about it in biology?