Poem by Dana L. Young
I never know what to do when they argue.
When a minor conflict is inflated to new heights
Shouts, accusations, and failures revealed
On both ends
Long pauses and expectations on me
To get involved
Yet I don’t want to.
I want to maintain my inner peace
And love and embrace both sides.
Why am I always in the middle?
The silent child then, now the hidden adult.
Still expected to blindly pledge allegiance.
Forced to appease both sides.
To calm two warring egos.
A task that I was never officially assigned
Yet I can’t escape the restrictive chains
That force me to make a choice
On who is right or wrong
Within the same family.
I am the silent sibling, and the obedient daughter
And both sides want me to be something
For them.
How can I choose between blood?
Between separate bonds formed from birth
That I can’t and refuse to break on either side.
I hate being in the middle.
I am neither a mediator nor a judge
Not a referee or a traitor
For choosing to continue a relationship
With both sides.
I hate the disappointment in their eyes
But it’s not my responsibility to remove it.
I don’t want to be in the middle…ever.
Yet I am
Poem by Dana Young (c) June 2026