i wrote this because of some guy, posted it on myspace, and the guy messages me to tell me it's stupid.
it's different from what i usually write, so i just wanted a second opinion:

I watched this kid grow up
And climb a broken tree
All went well, until a branch snapped
He fell, got a bruise on his knee
And wept like the child he pretended not to be
He hated this unfair game
So he stopped to smoke the weeds
He saw lights and smiles
And decided it was alright
To climb once again
But he got to the top by abusing the tree
So it crumbled ontop of the boy
He was too high to realize
I was trying to help him up.
So he lays there, bruised, broken, buried.

thanks.

I am going to go out on the limb and say the tree represents his life? It's definitely an interesting piece, but I don't fully comprehend it. Also, I don't know your writing style so... that begs the question of: did you post any other of your writings up here?

^One other thing a really long time ago.
I don't think it would be much help though, this type of poetry is something different for me.