Giving Tree Hanging Me

It was not my choice for us to bond.
We're not lovers after all.
And though I persist in hanging on,
I'll understand if you should fall.
We can stay till we've rotted.
At least we're never alone.
Admittedly, it's you who is more burdened.
You should let go...
Can you see? They made a monster out of me…
They strung me up by my ears from a tree to scare away the creeps and thieves.
Of the tree, view obstructed now by me.
One good eye left now half of the earth is all he sees.
(Should summer bring a storm that rips your limbs and branches off and sets me free with mine still on, I'll know it was my fault.)
I, responsible for your suffering; though you'd done no wrong.
Your severed arms hang from my cartilage because I can't let you go.
You're swinging from my ears, and now I'm the hanging tree.
I'll let you hang there through the years, until the guilt one day leaves me.
Can you see much clearer without me?
Is the sun setting twice as bright?
Does the air taste twice as sweet?
Can you see in the distance, six limbed me?
Does the sight make you sick or do you relish in it?
Do you ever miss me?
Head low, eyes slow.
Move, don't look up.
From town to town finding none like I amongst humanity.
The shape I'm in, no one would have me.
Not that anyone should...
(Would you believe I made a forest out of me(s)? I used the last of my will to drag this body out to the desert to plant these feet.)
When it rained a thousand more grew just like me.
All adorned with examples of what not to be, to scare away the creeps and thieves.