Faces on the trees

There's faces on the trees. They talk you know, they say horrible things. Some are quiet and just sway in the wind. I walk past them trying to ignore what they say. No one else hears them. The trees are so mean. My husband thinks I'm crazy when he's the crazy one. how can you not hear them there yelling. I'll show him. I'll show you all. The trees have faces. They laugh and frown. They cry and snarl. Why can't others hear them. There everywhere, in the woods,in my yard... everywhere. There not happy about you killing there friends, that's why they took my son. Cause my husband cut the trees down. He won't believe me. They keep tapping on my window. I'm going crazy...they won't stop . I'll give em what they want. I'll kill my husband then burn my house down. There quite now. There not talking anymore. There not crying or laughing anymore. Why did I burn my house down? Was it because I wanted to do it all along? Or was it a calling?