I’ve always felt like the one in the middle.
Left out, because no one asked if I wanted to join,
I feel like I just tag along, because,
No one gives me a second glance
Or asks my opinion on things.
Maybe they think I have
A disagreeable personality,
But I’m really just quiet.
Sometimes my feelings get pent up,
And everyone’s too busy to listen.
So I take my pen and write
Spill my soul on the page.
Writing is the way
I feel I’m someone more
Than just the plain one in the middle.
If only they knew I’m someone more.
But my family’s never known
My deepest secrets and thoughts.
They don’t know my strongest feelings,
And my biggest wishes,
Of things I know will come true.
It’s just I’m still the middle sibling.
The one not given second thoughts,
The one just tagging along.
I wish I was mistaken,
I wish I was not right,
But this is how I see it.
I’m the one in the middle,