It Must Be Nice Poem by Vicki Ellis

It must be nice to know it all:
To stand above and watch me fall
And smugly know that it was you
Who dealt the last blow I could take
Who placed the last precarious straw
Upon this laden camel's back,
Causing it to break.

I gave my heart and soul to you;
It was not easy, I assure you.
The help that you assume I had
Was not as grand as it appeared:
It cost my confidence, as well, it
Sorely hampered you.

So here you sit, on the threshhold of life
Shrieking at me madly
Because I've asked you to take flight.
'Ican't! ' 'I'll fall! ' 'You just want me gone.'
The words all aimed at causing blight
Intentioned with the rise of strife
When all I'm asking is for you to live YOUR life,
As all who've lived before you've done.

And I am so weary from the fray;
I cry myself awake each day.
And when it's night and I lay down in bed
I clutch my soggy pillow to my throbbing head
And wish for it to just explode,
The final act in a tragic play.