How do you describe yourself as a sandwich biscuit because you suffer indignities for no reason?

To describe yourself as a sandwich biscuit, you can refer to the following metaphor:

I seem to be placed in a triangle with strong emotions on both sides. I am the ubiquitous "sandwich biscuit". I seem to be the meeting point of two storms, one storm is endless accusations, and the other storm is endless complaints. I was dragged between these two forces, as if I were on an emotional seesaw, and I could never find a balance.

I don't owe anyone any explanation, and I don't need to be responsible for anyone's emotions, but I have become an outlet between their conflicts. I became an innocent cloud and was dragged into this thunderstorm for no reason. I seem to be an innocent target, I was injured by accident, and I became a stone rippling on a calm lake.

I am like a traveler trying to cross the desert, and suddenly I can hardly move forward because of the storm on both sides. I tried to hold myself steady and find a place to stay, but no matter where I went, I couldn't seem to get rid of this dilemma. I feel trapped in a maze with no exit, surrounded by walls. No matter which direction I go, I will only hit a ruthless wall.

I wish I could cross these storms as lightly as a flowing feather, but now I am trapped in an inescapable dream, and I have become a "sandwich biscuit" that must face everything. I hope to find the wind that makes me float and let me fly freely, instead of being trapped in this suffocating predicament.