A/N: This is dedicated to one of my best friends who, for some reason, is obsessed with Jacob Black. I personally don't understand this, but I decided that I might write the poem for her anyway.

Switzerland

It's so hard to understand,
Even for me,
So how could I explain?
You sort of have to see.

Sometimes I love him,
Like a brother or a friend,
Sometimes I hate him,
And want our friendship to end.

But it's worse that I'm being given
Pressure on both sides.
Am I his friend or his enemy?
I have to decide.

When we are friends,
We laugh and we smile.
I sort of get used to it,
After a while.

It's times like that,
When he's relaxed and himself,
That remind me of the days,
When he was nobody else.

Just Jacob – my friend,
Not a wolf, not a dog,
Not a big furry creature,
Just as tall, not as strong.

But often it can be one word
He may not mean to say,
That makes me angry or upset,
And makes me storm away.

But by doing so I hurt him,
And that just doesn't seem fair.
Because I can still remember,
In my dark days, he was there.

So he may think I'm just a pushover,
For dropping everything when he calls.
And I guess I still get whiplash,
From his constant pushes and pulls.

But no matter how much I hate him,
Fate always pulls us close.
And as soon as he's near, I love him again.
It's irrational, I suppose.

And that's why I am Switzerland,
Unbiast by the tribal disputes,
Because when it really comes down to it,
It'll hurt me to have to choose.