When Atlas Cried..

Push! Push a little more.
Oh, how I bear your burdens.
And your hopes. And dreams.

I can't take it anymore.
Do you find a glimpse of consent
on my wet lips?
Or am I feigning ignorance
to the pain?
Pucker up! Says the world.
Were you around when
the world was left on my shoulders?
You watched me on statues,
you loved my stability.
You admired the way I juggled life.
Yet, did you share my burden?
Or did you offer,
a hand, an iota of support?
If the answer is nay,
then shouldn't you just
shut the fuck up?