Blind

Do the shouts give you power?
Do the remarks make you better?
Do the fights give you rushes?
While I'm up here,
While I'm hiding?
Do you even realise I'm here?
Caught up in between,
World war three,
It's not something I want to see,
Put your differences aside,
Can't we just be happy?
I know there was a time,
When we used to be,
So, what happened?
What changed?
Take me back to those days,
It's immature,
It's petty,
And hurting everyone plenty,
You're ripping me apart,
With every word you scream,
Please, please, please,
Can't you see eye to eye,
Or otherwise we'll all end up blind.