The Willow That Always Weeps
She stares out the window, her heart filled with fear and her eyes filled with rage.
Her tears never escape, but are never contained.
She is always free inside her small cage.
It is the words of the world that imprison her from well-deserved sanity.
The sharpness of everything bitter is what causes the constant prescence of pain.
Nobody realized the true source of it all is just humanity.
Everyone forces their grief and sorrow on others to keep and keep and keep.
If we would all take the blame for our own emotions, maybe Willow would never weep.
Her tears never escape, but are never contained.
She is always free inside her small cage.
It is the words of the world that imprison her from well-deserved sanity.
The sharpness of everything bitter is what causes the constant prescence of pain.
Nobody realized the true source of it all is just humanity.
Everyone forces their grief and sorrow on others to keep and keep and keep.
If we would all take the blame for our own emotions, maybe Willow would never weep.