In the Middle

I dont understand.
I dont even care,
Why sometimes...
They act like I am not even there.

The yelling,
And the screaming....
seems to move right though me.
and in public they seem so happy.

For what it is worth...
I know it should not bother me,
for I am not fighting.
I am the middle... biting my tongue.

For what is it my will.
for what is not.. .
I am now caught...
Im the middle.