The Middle Child

You say things are fair but how can you dare when right in front of you is inequality You give in to their every want for me its a taunt you don't even give me what I need I wear sweaters in the summer its gets so hot, its a bummer meanwhile their closets are filled Where have you been the last 4 years? as I got sick and spilled my tears you didn't support me, you were busy with them Look at me now look who I am, but you would disallow you don't know what I like, or that I write poems What about my wedding the event that I disparage you never have time for me And one day I'll be gone maybe move to Azerbaijan and it will make little impact on you As my mom, you need to know around you, I've always silenced my woe because it would hurt me more if you saw and walked by But its okay, I wipe my own tears I learned to overcome my fears all while you were busy... Busy with them the first and the last, your greatest gem but maybe I was your diamond in the rough Tts a shame you never got to know me