Snap Back

Try, try, try…
Push, push, push…
You’re still not satisfied, never satisfied.
Working hard, I can’t live up to your expectations
Speaking hidden thoughts, I can’t communicate well enough
Trying to understand and accept your quirks, I can’t climb that mountain alone
Reasoning your failures on my own, I can’t lie to myself forever
Affection, touch, intimacy, time… are they so hard?
I can’t afford to buy your excuses anymore
I’m tired and stressed, I’m unhappy,
I won’t try any harder
The only thing
I will push is
Your stuff
Out the
Door.