The War At Home

Please stop fighting
as I slowly drift
to a place
where I can plead the fifth.

I hate when you yell.
I wanna hit you both.
Get your heads back on your shoulders.
It makes you look so gross.

Neither one of you is right.
You 're both wrong as can be.
Into my room,
I begin to flee.

I won't be a witness
for one or the other way,
because I don't support
what EITHER of you say.

Don't be angry.
This is how I feel.
Now. I slowly breathe in and out,
pencil and paper acting as gills.