I am a product of my family tree
Long from the roots, but yet so near
With branches that spread
And swings in the winds
I am warm and friendly
I am as cold as ice, dead men have humour
A complex conundrum
A joy to the shrink when I visit
Then he is left confused
After my visit, needing to unthink
I am rigid, hard as a bone I would not bend
I am soft, squishy as a sponge
I am free spirited, free as a bird
Nothing you say would bother me
I am so self conscious
Looking from mirrors reflection seeing blemish
Don't blame me
I am a product of my family tree
The wind blows my branches
And I swing with the winds