Trees
By Liza Carroll
Copyright © 1998, All Rights Reserved
I saw some trees growing on a cliff
today. There were some on top
growing straight up, but there were also
some growing out. They were
growing straight out towards the street,
sideways. I pass it every day
but never really thought about it. Today
I thought about what it was
feeling having to grow sideways like
that. The tree wishes it could be
at the top so it didn't have to work so
hard to stay up. It gets bigger
and bigger. More and more weight is out
on the trunk of the tree. More
pressure pulling the tree down. Finally
the stress on the trunk is so
great that it snaps. The tree dies. It
destroyed itself. The tree made
itself grow. It knew that no more
pressure could be put on the trunk but
still it kept growing. I feel like that
tree. I want to be at the top of
the hill with you and my friends, but my
feelings are pulling me down
towards the street. I am destroying
myself staying with you. Someone
asked me who I liked today and it made
me think. Do I like you anymore?
I didn't even tell the guy who asked me I
was going out with you. I just
blurted out two names that I really do
like. I just now was thinking and
realised that I want to be with him
instead of you. Why didn't I tell
that guy that I was going out with you?
Is it because I don't want
people to know? Why haven't you told
anyone you're going out with me? I
don't know.
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