I’m stuck in a space in a school in a spot
In a fight for my right that I never have fought
How I have happened upon this whole thing
Opens my eyes to what I’m missing

As I sneak and I peek, sometimes I feel bleak
For the lack of solution can make me feel weak
While they bicker and banter or get mad at me
They always overlook, what I want them to see

The pressure and need from both of my friends
Taxes my will to it’s very ends
I’m stuck in a space in a school in a spot
In a fight for my right that I never have fought

I love both my friends, now don’t get me wrong
But sometimes it’s hard to watch them go on
And I want to ask, no I want to plead
Have either of you thought how this effects me?

I feel like the glue that holds us in place
But when I am pulled on, sometimes want to break
And when the pressure becomes just enough
CRACK I’ll break, then what happens to us?