Dealing with pain of someone close

 Let them be doors – I’d kick them in.
Let them be intruders – I’d kick them out.
Let them be weeds – I’d pull them up.
Let them be trees – I’d chop them down.
Let it be my right arm – I’d chop it off.
Let it be my own pain – I’d strap it on.
Let them be walls, I’d tear them down.
But it’s not …. it’s my daughter…so I lift her up.