Short Poem

As you push,
And push,
And push,
You begin to cry,
But not one slow tear after the other,
These are hard falling tears,
Almost like rain,
In the end you give up.
Somewhere deep inside yourself,
You are wishing someone would tell you not to,
But no one stops you.
Maybe your giving up because of how badly you are hurting,
Maybe it’s because you know you’re never going to be good enough,
Maybe it’s because you know you have always been a quitter,
Or maybe, just maybe,
It’s because you know that the cupboard is never going to fit through the door.