I can see you, force pushing me
I have named you
Put you in a box (with a neat label).
But it’s still happening.
I’m still pushed
it keeps happening
I know why, though (this is comforting somehow)
But I know it won’t end well
Not for me
Not for us, many of us, most of us
Even those that think they aren’t us
Especially not you, you think you’ll be fine (you always are)
But when you push something by a cliff
To the edge, off the edge
Sometimes (not always) you are pulled too (not you)
To the bottom, together, where we all end broken (yes, you too)
And the box is shattered.
It didn’t protect anyone.