The Wrench

Eyes heavy, head aching,
Each vein pulled out and plucked.
Fed up, exhausted,
Pulled in all directions.
I want your support,
I want you to be happy for me.

It's like I'm stuck on one cryptic clue,
Chains of frustration, pulling me.

Everything I do, is wrong.

Feeling criticised, nagged,
Never knowing my faults.
Over sensitive versus selfish.
We.
Pulling each other apart,
Taking turns to star on both sides.

Me, and you.

Best friends. Like a train with two engines
trying to pull the carriage different directions.
Caring too much.
Needing to pull ourselves out of this ditch.

Pull harder.

Pull out.