Unbroken Wrench

My friend comes through and talks to me, With their stuck nails being all I can see. Instead of listening further, I get my wrench and try to loosen the nails, Trying to make them no longer be a problem. However, what I couldn’t see, Was that my wrench was damaging the nails, The ones in my friend, And they were only getting tighter in their flesh. I reflect on my wrench, and I feel it’s broken. But when I reflect some more, I realize it’s not broken. Wrenches aren’t able to get nails out. They would’ve asked for my nail puller if they wanted me to do that. Even then, the pain of the nail would still be there from the force. If I listened more to my friend, and stopped putting fixing their problems up to me, Maybe the nails would’ve actually come a bit looser less forcefully, And this, because I love them, I wish I could see.