Look, the poem that was supposed to be here days ago!
Mediator, Traitor
They call me the Peacekeeper
The friend in the middle
The sibling in the center
Holding up the caution flags
Mediating a truce
They tell me that I’m wonderful
That I’m a true friend
But I don’t feel the same
I don’t want to be the one
Sorting out the facts
I don’t want to be the one
Taking all the blows
I don’t want to be the one
On whom you unload all your crap
I hate to break it to you
But I’m not bulletproof
I love you
I love her
I love him
I love them
But after all this time
Somehow I’ve lost my love of me
You say I play the mediator
But I call myself a traitor
Because I’ve lost my own sense of justice
Trying to appease you all
I tell you I think the same
I tell her I think the same
I tell him I think the same
I tell them I think the same
But what I really think
Has been lost
Because I much too afraid
Of losing
You
Her
Him
Them
They call me Peacekeeper
The one with all the patience
The one who sees it all
But someday I’m going to lose it
And find myself
My Life is a Notebook 