Let's cut down a weeping willow
Plant it's roots beneath your pillow
Sleep over sadness
Too much leads to sickness
In turn introduces anger
And broken dishes
I won't stand by and be a witness
I am not worthless
I'm more than the words I'm hit with
And no less than my definition of perfect
I won't be bullied
You've hurt me
Shards of glass lay scattered
I guess peace of mind doesn't matter.
Because bronze beats brains
Even if it's mind over matter