The Push and Pull

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It’s all manufactured

The rise of my private empire

Hands gripping to release

With scenes warping all true desire

Remember long ago

When the touch didn’t cut so deep

It got me in the feels

Not as ashamed, angry or cheap

I push up; I pull down

It begins and ends all the same

This is getting f*cking ridiculous

I think I’m going insane

The battery is charged

And my eyes scan screen to screen

They never reach a point

Just a head-popping downstream

It’s hard to understand

How all this came out to be

A whitewash of the truth

Is a miserable guarantee

I push up; I pull down

It begins and ends all the same

I can’t believe I’m still allowing this

My mind must love this game

I breathe, I stop, I pull away

This will not be my whole damned day

Not fun for me, not fun for you

Peek-a-boo, the bullsh*t is through

I push up; I pull down

It begins and ends all the same

Hope eventually this gets easier

A cleansing of the stain

I push up; I pull down

It begins and ends all the same

If I lose my feel for the perfect touch

The spiral will remain

I push up; I pull down

It begins and ends all the same

I’m being pulled in all directions here

The push: an inner flame