Take me outside

I'm like the tree

That you need to plant. 

I need the growth,

I need the grass.

I need the air 

That still smells wet.

Like the rain

Has not left yet.

I need the leaves,

I need my breath.

Nature whispering

Inside my head.

I want my feet

Right in the land.

So I have a moment 

To just be present.

Tendency

You have a tendency

To sneak upon me.

Arms raised on a level that people mistake for a hug.

But I know you mean to hold me down.

Because you want me to erase your mistakes.

Uplift your image for society's sake.

Tell them that you are so great. 

Definitely not the reason for my broken state.

Make them believe that everything is OK.

Fuck, There's no limit to how far you have to run away

To escape the tendrils of my wrath.

You have a tendency

To sneak upon me.

My arms raised on a level that people mistake for a gun.

I'll gladly be mistaken for the bad guy.