I go up.
I fall down.
I walk away, and still lose.
I do what I am asked and remain in the Dog House.
I love, I break promises, I apologize, I give in.
I speak, communicate, open up, shut down, close up, and still, I lose.
I get insulted, yelled at, demeaned, hurt, broken down, and treated like some kind of floor mat.
I can't win for doing what is asked, what is wanted, what is needed or un-needed.
So I push.
I pretend it doesn't hurt.
I'll take the pain if it heals someone else.
I'll take it all.