What A Conundrum We Have Here

I've come to have pit myself in the middle,
There I sit,
Sick of it,
With my thumbs I fiddle.

On two sides of me,
Holding on to pride,
One armed grabbed by my bride,
The other my parents cling to carelessly.

First they pull and i'm tugged,
Whiplash my skull,
What's the ultimate goal,
Can't stand being nagged and bugged.

It tears at the soul I just want to be left alone,
Not answer questions I don't know,
Say yes to something That I mean no,
Becoming such a stranger in his own home.

I hope one day we set aside and give me a surprise,
To find a coping way,
Continuing to communicate without delay,
And somehow everyone figures out their own compromise.