Arbiter
I sit in my room, and try to begin my homework
but the commotion outside my door is too loud to ignore.
Everyday begins the same,
the situation has not progressed at all,
my family refuses to get along.
Overtime it has become my responsibility
to step outside and mediate everyone else.
I have lost count at this point
the amount of times I would have to put aside
my life and responsibilities to take care of
my family's never-ending problems.
There is no safe haven for me to go.
I am stuck fixing everyone's problems
except for my own.
I am the patron of peace,
the halo of white and scacred
yet I look at myself and only see despair
in my dark eyes unable to be released
so it is kept shut behind clandestine glistening eyes.
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