Choke

I hate being squeezed
I hate being screwed
I hate being accused
I hate being scolded
Where I can't dictate
Don't push me for the things that I can't deliver
Because I'm the middle party
Where none of the parties willing to give in.

Why judge me on these?
Why people don't see the beyond?
Why I still remember my politeness
when I long so much to shout back

I'm willing to help & do my best
But I'm fully dependent on others' support
Why blame on me?

At this point of time
I just need to let go
I need to breathe