Wednesday, January 9, 2019

The Push

I push people
Sometimes, I push them too hard
To succeed and be better
To excel and be mindful
But what does it bring?
They might say I annoy them
I’m a  stress and a bother

Am a fly on the wall?
Buzzing around you?
Being swatted at and splattered
As if I am nothing at all?

Pushed away until I am nothing?
Pushed away until you need me
But that is no friendship at all?

Am I the ant you step on?
And scrape off your soul?
But what of that soul?
As if I am nothing at all?

I push people to create
To dream and overcome
I wanted you to be your best
For that is the quest of a friend

But you looked at me as a bother
And pushed me away until
I had nothing to give
And I nothing you wanted.
And that is not friendship at all

When do you stop pushing?
That is the hardest thing!
Will you be alone and forgotten?
Ignored and erased?
Or simply alone

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