Caught, as a Rope of This Game of Tug-of-War I Was Forced to Play…

not my photo, and, imagine H-O-W this little girl feels…

I was, caught, as a rope of this game of tug-of-war I was forced to play, and I’d not even wanted to play it in the first place, but, somehow, I’d gotten, involved, unwillingly.

Caught, as the rope of this game of tug-of-war I was forced to play, ow! It hurt, stop pulling me your way, mommy! Stop making me stand on your side, against mommy, daddy! Caught, as a rope of this game of tug-of-war I was forced to play, I’d been told (still NOT in so many words, of course!!!) to CHOOSE a side, but, how can I, both sides have people that I need, that I’m supposed to love, mom and dad! How can I say, that I favored one, and not the other? This, is so troubling, because, what if they end up divorced, and I’m forced, to live with the side that I’d stood against???

the adults are too into their own arguments, to even pay ANY attention to this kid who’s in distress!  Not my photo…

Caught, as a rope of this game of tug-of-war I was forced to play, and, with neither one of them, god DAMN adults, willing to give an inch, I can only feel the excruciating pains from being pulled to this end, then, pulled, to that end!

Caught, as a rope of this game of tug-of-war, maybe, I’ll die somehow (not by way of SUICIDE, of course!!!) before this “game” that those two god DAMN adults were playing, and, WHY can’t they just play NICE? Huh, Mommy, Daddy, did they NOT teach you guys, to PLAY nice back in your kindergarten days???