I push, I pull
I tug, and I scrape

Is this rough exterior really mine?
It's as if I've been encased by a mindset that screams, "I'm fine! I can do this... Don't you dare touch this facade."
I'm sure that at times my mask resembles that of the animal that veils it's fear of death with the cold hearted ferocity that only seeks to survive.

And I push, I pull
I tug, and I scrape

My dreams hide within weary sighs, imprisoned by the task of keeping bitterness alive.
Spit in my eyes, peel away this blinding residue of unbelief, scratch the surface till I really see.
You have no idea how I covet your color and ache for your fire
I'd bruise my own skin just to see a different shade of gray
I'd set my world ablaze just to find a flame within

So
I push, i pull
I tug, and I scrape.