The Apple Tree- Siddhi Jairath

This poem is a tribute to those going through mental disorders and identity crisis.

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I met her under the apple tree,

She seemed so true, so free,

Her laugh as true as summer dew,

Her smile as wide as the crescent moon,

The scars on her paper skin spoke louder than the words she used to hide her pain behind,

“I’m okay” she lied,

Her broken soul, pieces of tape couldn’t bind,

Her plastered smile and porcelain face crumpled to pieces as the river of pain began to flow,

Her misery and sorrow, she didn’t want to show,

Kind to all, she was empty inside,

For no one saw the loneliness in her eyes,

She tried to scream and shout for help but nothing escaped her ego and pride,

She slowly started to die,

She pulled the trigger,

And with a ‘BOOM’ she fell out of her world of troubles,

She just wanted to end the pain, misery and agony,

And there she was again,

Under the apple tree,

This time 6 feet under,

She was finally free,

The shackles of pain turned to ashes, they were strong to no more degree,

Her grave, so shiny,

I saw my reflection,

And there she was again,

The girl near the apple tree.