Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Push

There is this strange thing I do, and I can't help it.

I push people away when I need them the most. When I need someone to listen, I want everyone gone. It is incredibly selfish and I am not sure why I do it, but I do. The people that matter most to me are those who have held on. They care when I am hurt, when I am sick, and they know that I am always going to be there no matter what. The thing is, sometimes people help me even if they don't think they are. I listen, not well, but when I do, I really listen. I want you to know that I am listening.

"I wish you could hear me,
Listen to what I have to say
but I am afraid,
of being pushed away."
Andrea Metivier

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