Knowing your core won't belong
The way mine does to you
Is like daggers in my chest,
But I have armor laced with trapdoors
Leading to unmarked forked paths,
So I'll survive,
A leaf amongst branches
Crisscrossing hopes and beliefs
I will have been;
Even if I don't forever remain green,
Even if my armor may rust,
Even if you unknowingly hold me.
