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It may seem as if I am carefree and strong,
Going through life as if nothing is wrong.
But no one has ever seen the real me,
They only know what I let them believe.
Most often my smiles are real and sincere,
Other times they help to hide my secret fears.
I carefully created a clever mask of illusion,
I wear it now to hide my pain and confusion.
So never is a tear seen falling from my eye,
I have learned to hold it all silently inside.
Quite often I want to just let go and weep,
But the pain is very intense and too deep.
I yearn to belong, to be one of the crowd.
To be able to speak of my dreams out loud.
Wanting so very much to be accepted,
Yet fearing the possibility of being rejected.
I need special someone to discern the real me,
And not hold in contempt what they will see.
The weaknesses and flaws I try so hard to hide,
Are all part of the real me I keep hidden inside.
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I'm not the oldest
or the youngest;
I'm in the middle.

I'm not the fastest
or the slowest;
I'm in the middle.

I'm not smartest
or the least intelligent;
I'm in the middle.

I'm not the most social
or the least talkative;
I'm in the middle.

I'm not the leader of the family
or the baby of the family;
I'm in the middle.

Sometimes I find myself saddened by this
and think that I have no place;
I'm just in the middle.

But now I look in the mirror and realize

I am the cream in the Oreo,
the peanut butter in the sandwich,
the fun part of the rollercoaster;
I'm in the middle.
What a great place to be.

xoxo
DjKoko

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