It’s difficult to be invisible to most I have become quite adept living as a ghost I never felt wanted as a child There were feelings of pain that weren’t so mild
Being the middle child you get lost in the mix Like an old watch that loses time with each one of its ticks You pinch yourself just to make sure you are alive It feels like the sting of a bee from a nearby hive
Yes, you are definitely alive and real Why is it others cannot tell how you feel Sitting all alone curled up in a ball I just want to be recognized; that’s all
Throw me the ball just once I say Don’t pick me last when it comes time to play I am here in front of you waving my arms as much as I can It’s no use, you still don’t see me the way I had planned
I’ve learned to deal with being hurt and left out It comes from years of crying no doubt If I could ask for just one thing as I pray It’s for someone to finally listen-I have much to say