Realities

I imagine people as trees
They all start out small and innocent
And as the seasons change, they grow

But with the passing of time
Comes the great weight of life's hurt
Balanced on their slender branches

At first the young tree is strong
And can handle the weight 
As well as the pain

But as the weight grows heavier
The tree gets weaker
And its branches start to bend

The sapling continues to grow 
Into a sturdy young tree
And as the tree grows, so does the weight

The branches then snap
Because we can only handle but so much
Before we can't handle any more