Tree in All Seasons

I am a tree in the winter time. My confidence is the leaves falling off the tree. I am just there sitting still for hours doing nothing. My sanity slowly starts to whither away. I go through phases. I am silent and still. My insecurities are the ugly dead branches. I am a tree in different seasons. When I go through a phase of emptiness and sadness I begin to change. The flowers that bloom are my confidence. I’m more alive. I feel free. My sanity grows back. But slowly I start to whither away again. My green happy confidence turns to yellow-orange doubt. Slowly getting less and less confidence. I start swaying back and forth due to pressure. The people around me also start to whither away. I go back to my phase of sadness. I feel dead and numb. My confidence is now gone and only have my insecurities. And now only sitting still for hours on end. It’s a cycle of changes. Changing my attitude and my looks. I am a tree going through the four seasons.