Friendship Scale

Opening up
For all to come in,
A victim,
Waiting
In a world full of sin.
Balancing out,
Still, guilt lies within.

Caught on the inside,
And trying my best.
Opening,
Outward,
Stretching eastward and west,
Straining each smile,

And yet I feel pressed.
Compressed,
Squeezed,
In the vise of demise;
Is it wise to despise
All thought of compramise?
Or is it too late,
When in the middle she cries?