You push...

You push me until I fall,  
 then reach out your hand to help me off the ground.
You flood my mind with negativity and blame,  
 until I start to drowned.  
 
You get mad and turn to others,  
 to express your frustration with me.  
If I'm that much of a burden to your life,  
why did you bother getting on one knee.  
 
Behind closed doors you make exscuses and lie,  
but in public it's something you're good at hiding.  
Each night I send up prayers to my loved ones,  
because I fear that I'm loosing my way and my soul needs guiding.