I'm the youngest,
The baby.
Not older than you,
Not more mature.
Not the one who should protect,
I'm the one who needs protecting.
I'm the peacekeeper,
The one who stops all the fights.
You are older, wiser,
The one who starts the fights.
I'm trapped in the middle,
The middle of two adults fighting.
Always in the middle,
Always the "dead mans" ground.
You ask why I'm so stressed,
Tell me I have no reason to be.
You don't see,
You don't listen.
You make me stressed,
Stressed cause I'm the protector.
I'm the protector of innocence,
ignorance, family.
I'm stressed because,
I have the hardest job.
I have the hardest job,
Because you made me have it.
You made me always be the middle,
The middle of fights, so I can stop them.
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Poems of my Life
PoetryThese are all original pieces from my life that I have written in my book... I'm sharing them with you because there's no one else to share them with
