When you look up, you will see the eldest <br />When you look down, you will see the youngest <br />And I will be in the middle <br />You would think I would be seen the most..... <br />But, I feel like the forgotten one <br />I am not the oldest, and get to do things first <br />I am not the youngest, who is cute as can be <br />I am the one stuck in the middle!!!!!! <br />So where does that leave me? <br />I am important too, hear my cry <br />They may be temper tantrums <br />They may be withdrawals <br />But please do not ignore? <br />For I too need to be loved <br />I'm also a child of yours.......<br /><br />Kelly Reda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-middle-child/
