Tree

I feel as though I am a Tree filled with termites,
Looks good on the outside but on the inside rotten and ate away,
And anyone trying to get to the center,
Just makes the termites crawl deeper,
But today I smile even though
Death is on the horizion for tomorrow
A never ending cycle of pain,
tourture, and termoile.
I wish I could go back to a small seed
and grow somewhere else,
but just like life you cant,
But you can
Dig up your roots and hope
you survive somewhere else.