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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