push back

the dust

the ash 

the fall 

the crash 

the fog 

the mask

see through 

the past 

warn, you 

won't last 

all you knew 

was trashed 

thrown out 

you thrashed 

in and out

you passed 

but shout

when lashed

you doubt 

you'll last 

but when pushed 

you fight back 

 they duck 

you slash 

it all happened'

in a flash 

steel on steel 

the swords will clash 

it's more than you can feel 

though it left a bloody gash 

the sword won't always reveal 

whats behind the glass

the master of the real 

though the equal of contrast 

it is always hard to conceal 

the pain of someones past 

but we're not talking about steel anymore 

no this has always been about more 

about being beaten to the floor 

and you felt broken at your core 

five thousand times, but whos keeping score

about the memories of gore 

can't wipe memories clean 

not always as they seem

sometimes much to keen 

for someone thats only a teen 

because the others just stare at screens

and belive in fantasy's 

well stop, it's make believe 

does anyone live in reality 

well not really

not that i can see

I see drones and clones 

and skin and bones 

because you wanted to be perfect 

well tell me, was it worth it?

you wanted them to see you,

well now they can't take your eyes of you

but thats not what perfect is,

perfect is when they can see your flaws and deal with it

this, this is different 

like they're looking at you under a microscope 

just to see if you can cope 

well yes, but at the end of our rope

it's a cliff that they think is a slope

and now they try to take your hope 

no, say no

they will always push you until you break,..or push back 

so push back