As a child i watched them fight, while trying to stay hidden out of sight.
Knowing if I should be found, I would no longer be allowed on neutral ground.
Who do you love they shout, simply saying you both wont count.
My child hood was filled with competition and war, they never realized how I was torn.
Constantly reminded I was never enough, they thought i could handle it,they thought i was tough.
Now no longer in youth, they never saw how this effected me over the years.
Their war done, while mine has just begun.
Now they say i'm perfect and loved, but I don't agree i'm defected you see.
I could not believe someone could love a person like me, it would be nothing more than a dream.
Sorrow and pain, loss but no gain, with all the pressure of being me I was no longer sane.
The answer was simple, it was there all along, on the counter it laid, a shiny new blade.