Seasonal Depression

It's Christmas again,

And I'm here alone.

Covered with snow.

Chilled to the bone.

My branches are bare.

My roots have gone dry.

My only companions

Are the clouds in the sky.

What was Dumbledore thinking

When he made me?

Without friends,

Without love,

Or family.

Did he think I wouldn't

Notice Christmas?

Laugh all you want.

Spit in my face.

Chop all my limbs.

Toss them away.

Uproot my body and

Transplant me on Mars.

At least I'd be safe from

Your flying cars.

I know that it's hard

To get close to me.

But deep down inside,

I'm only a tree.

My actions speak louder

Than the pain in my soul.

If I had my way,

Get it under control.

What was Dumbledore thinking

When he made me?

Without friends,

Without love,

Or family.

Did he think I wouldn't

Notice Christmas?

So as you sit down

With your families tonight,

Think of these words,

Remember my plight.

If I had a choice,

I'd choose to be free

From this terrible violence

That boils up in me.

But I'm just a slave,

A captive device,

Of an arrogant wizard

With a heart of ice.

If Christmas brings love

And peace in your minds,

Then how could Christmas

Leave this poor tree behind?

What was Dumbledore thinking

When he made me?

Without friends,

Without love,

Or family.

Did he think I wouldn't

Notice Christmas?