Like A String

Both ways I’m pulled,

From both sides caught

Pulled like a string

Stretched out taut.

Both sides I’m needed,

To help set right,

To lend some help,

To them in their plight.

One a friend,

The other a lover,

And don’t ever want,

Either to suffer.

Yet to set one right,

To the other I may,

Unwittingly cause,

Harm some way.

So stretched out tight,

Trying to balance it all,

I feel like from a tightrope,

I've entered free fall.

Scattering to the wind,

This way and that,

The doubts in me,

Are deeper than that.

For when I myself,

Am falling apart,

How do I help them?

Where and with whom do I start?

Another old poem, from the first/second semester era. Don't know why I never posted any of these at that time.

Perhaps I was too busy lamenting my fate, or something like that. :P