A tree is typing

Have you ever felt like a tree whose branches can not stretch out? The other seeds that were born along with you grow up as humans and you are the only one who actually a tree. People ask your protection when the sun is hot, or simply ignoring you. I kinda assure myself from time to time that ‘Well! It’s finally normal now, but then you see things become worse again and you feel you’re suck again and sick of it.’ It is more or less like an eternal death or a time paradox. There are blind people, homeless ppl, deaf ppl, and I have this ‘special’ disability to love someone, also disability to make people love me. They just slip away from my grip and I am lonely again. I feel as I grow up, I become more and more like a bubble. A tree, and a bubble.