In the Middle

They tug and strain,

In hopes that my limbs they do maim.

I cry and pull back but I`m left in their clutch.

Why am I here in the middle?

I didn`t make this mess.

I had nothing to do with this mess.

Maybe one day I`ll be free of this pain.

Maybe one day the world will end and my life with it.

Why all the maybes`?