'Cause When Push Comes To Shove

When the teacher said choose a song to sing in front of the school, parents and gardians, i knew what one i was going to sing.

"Lastly, we have Craig Tucker singing Stand by Rascal Flatts."

I walked onto the stage my heart beating faster then it ever has before. The light shining in my eyes forbidding me to look towards the celling. I look in the 2nd row at my mother and father. My mother, happy tears to see her 'baby'
boy on stage, but my father, ready to murder, glaring at me with those eyes...ohh if only looks could kill..
I nod to the people on the instraments indicating i'm ready to start.

"You feel like a candle in a hurricane Just like a picture with a broken frame Alone and helpless Like you've lost your fight But you'll be alright, you'll be alright

Cause when push comes to shove You taste what you're made of You might bend, till you break Cause its all you can take On your knees you look up Decide you've had enough You get mad you get strong Wipe your hands shake it off Then you Stand, Then you stand

Life's like a novel With the end ripped out The edge of a canyon With only one way down Take what you're given before its gone Start holding on, keep holding on

Cause when push comes to shove You taste what you're made of You might bend till you break Cause it's all you can take On your knees you look up Decide you've had enough You get mad, you get strong Wipe your hands, shake it off Then you stand, then you stand

Everytime you get up And get back in the race One more small piece of you Starts to fall into place Oh

Cause when push comes to shove You taste what you're made of You might bend till you break Cause it's all you can take On your knees you look up Decide you've had enough You get mad, you get strong Wipe your hands, shake it off Then you stand, then you stand Then you stand"

'That was for you, Dad, you bastard'

I walk to the back stage to be congratulated by everyone for my performance. I smile and say thank you.
Stan steps infront of me.
"Congrats, dude." he smiles down at me, punching me playfuly in the arm.
"Thanks Stan" i pat his shoulder and walk past him.

I lay in bed and listen to my parents fighting, arguing about me.
Dad thinks im a disappointment to this family. He's always being an ass to me about something.
'that hat is faggy'
'where the hell are you going, out to see your boyfriend?'
'your pathetic, i don't know why we didn't give you away at birth'
'your usless, come back when you can do atlease one thing right.'
he sometimes hits me says if i tell anyone he'd kill me. I stand up and walk over to my crappy broken dressing table where i have a scalpal i use for art. its alright, 'cause when life gets hard keep holding on ... or not.