Trapped, Crushed, Heavy, Claustrophobic
Beautiful, gorgeous skies give me a false sense of security.
What can go wrong with the birds chirping so sweetly
And my best friend by my side.
But things can't be perfect forever...
My friends, my family, they're one in the same.
We fight, we laugh, we love.
We fight, we live, we breathe.
We fight, friends fight, family fights.
It's part of what makes us a family.
Our differences help define us.
But what if a fight breaks loose and they want you to pick a side?
You love them all so much,
But someone needs to moderate.
To be an island in the sea of tears.
Just trying to bring things back to some semblance of what they used to be.
You feel trapped, like you'll never be free of this worry.
Everyone's pain and anger is raining down on you,
And all you can do is try to sort it, and calm it, and direct it.
The people you love are in a bloody civil war,
And you're just trying to minimize the casualties.
This is the dilemma of the Mediator.
You must be impartial.
You must be Switzerland.
You have the most arduous part in the conflict.
It would be so much easier to just pick a side,
But someone must be the glue that keeps things together.
Someone must stay sane in the madness.
And when that someone is you,
It is excruciating, but it is necessary.
It is the most important job.
Painful, Important, Impartial, Loved, and Hated;
These describe the job of the Mediator.