In the middle

Pivot ,
Variance between grievances and moans .
Sounding board for 2 phones .
Stuck ,
And its only the start .
By blood , You have a part
- And a mutual friendship .

Tug of war .
Messages flow back and forth .
There's obvious moral high ground.
A peak from which one can look down,
And it all goes round and round .
Is there any satisfaction to be found ?

By more hurt .
It only makes things worst .
Nothing constructive ,
Equally self destructive .
Rawness makes it all surreal .
There's no set way to deal 
- With it all , collapsing .