Fatal Push

by, Cassandra

I may love you, but I hate talking to you;
cause you want to know me, but not the 'real' me.
You want me to be who you want, not who I am.
So I pretend to be her, only for you,
but it's getting hard because she's suffocating me.
I feel myself on the edge, waiting for the final push.
I'm hoping it'll be from her, but I know it won't.
The fatal push... it'll come from you.