Treehouse

I was like a papier-mache swan torn battered and crumpled
When they tried to read my mashed words made their verbs stumble
Under the circumstances I was the real king of the jungle
Until they tore me down and packaged me by the bundles
I was under pressure trying to hold up your foundation
Regardless your varnish didn’t cure me and I was no proud patient
But I was taking it, I was warped from the monsoon
I even wrestled the snakes like a mongoose in your lawn too
I admit I'm no red oak but I sheltered and shaded you
I stood tall amidst your presence no matter how many people hated you
I expanded our room to give the space you said you needed
Gave you all the oxygen you wanted though my carbon was all depleted
I would stay planted and never give you any greif
Until my floor boards started squeaking and I needed some relief
I was pale and needed paint but you wouldn’t roll up your sleeves
And the last time I saw green was before I shed my leaves
I was deceived to think you cared, you wouldn’t look past the bark
I guess there’s no need for shade when you're standing in the dark