One says this

The other says that

Their words are pecking my ears

Their stares are burning my eyes.

From both sides, pressures entering

as if being compressed by two concrete grey walls.



It is understandable

That it is their duties

To protect what they claim to be theirs.



But the state of powerlessness

of a mediator

is like a rash, reddening my skin.



This battlefield.

Have I no say in it?

Have I nothing to preserve?

My feelings and thoughts, perhaps?



It is undeniable

That awareness is absent.