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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