What I hate

I hate this. The way everyone cares,

Or seem to care.

Not that it makes any difference; it’s still cold in here

I don’t hate you, just the way you push

You’re all pushing me, wanting answers

Reactions

Oh sweet reactions, where would you have been without them?

That’s why you’re pushing me, isn’t it?

Because you want a reaction, you want to go even further

I don’t resist your pushing; I guess I don’t have the strength to

I do nothing but listen to

You, urging me, pushing me to respond.

Your voices is getting fainter and fainter

As they slips into the background, turns into noise

I can’t hear you anymore, but I still feel you pushing

Me.

Perhaps I shouldn’t hate your pushing, as it helps me getting where I want

It goes slowly though, too slowly

You know that it’s because of you I hate humanity, don’t you?

I think I hate your pushing because I’m not getting there fast enough

You still push

Wanting to know what’s wrong

Wanting a reaction to your action

Want something I don’t know what is

From me

I’m so far gone that you can’t reach me anymore

Not that you ever did

You always listened, never understood

You tried to though, and somehow, I’m grateful for that

But trying isn’t good enough

You will never understand me

You just keep on pushing me, do it more, do it more frequently

Do it faster

I want to get there

I know you want to save me, I know

That’s why you keep pushing, why you search for a reaction

But you don’t realise do you?

That you won’t achieve what you want

You keep pushing me, without seeing

The edge that’s approaching

I never seem to get to it, but

I’m getting there slowly

Too slowly

That’s why I hate you

That’s why I hate your pushing