by M.Vega

Created on: April 02, 2009   Last Updated: April 15, 2009

I laugh, I play, I cry and nothing,
no one comes to comfort me.

When I jump around, just to get a laugh,
they turn around, as if I were the past.

I want to feel the warmth and love,
I want them to look at me and nothing above.

The day will never come,
for I will always be the middle one.

Outside I smile, as though nothing phases me,
inside my soul is crying for the attention that will never be.

The love I feel can never be returned,
for I am the black sheep of the herd.

All grown and on my own,
still no one comes to say hello.

The love I dreamed of that was never there,
I will give to my kids, from those little eyes that stare.

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