Serve the statue

 Did you grow and how did you waver
the dark statue holds it´s callous stance
lost in himself the tree he planted shading his existance
A wet forest novelty
a sense of family

I´d like to know how the wrinkles formed
How the color ran from your face too soon
Your preschool shadow still following you
your best friend, the invisible acceptable predator
The open hand reaches up for a sedative

How did you not get motion sickness
anger is a plausible prison an enchanting disgrace
a dancing dark statue in the shape of a cage
surrounding you
protecting you

You wrote the antonym
to the word you wanted to be
with ink dripping down from the statue
onto the contract, an agreed upon lie
Prove something to our rivals
before we die