The first and last children are always special. Parents treat the eldest child as a grown up and they treat the youngest one as a baby by giving him/her everything they want etc..I'm the middle child too and I know how it feels, even mom once told me that she got depressed when she was pregnant with her second child (which is me) ...feels bad, I know...Just try to tell your parents that you always clean/cook/etc and no one appreciates that...Dads understand more than moms so try to talk to your dad. Hope it all works out
The first and last children are always special. Parents treat the eldest child as a grown up and they treat the youngest one as a baby by giving him/her everything they want etc..I'm the middle child too and I know how it feels, even mom once told me that she got depressed when she was pregnant with her second child (which is me) ...feels bad, I know...Just try to tell your parents that you always clean/cook/etc and no one appreciates that...Dads understand more than moms so try to talk to your dad. Hope it all works out
Isn't it wonderful that you wrote this poem at a young age that you are? :)
Hmm....there is this middle-child-blues, at the same time it is not easy to be the oldest or the youngest either. You are special because you are what you are, you can multi-task....cook, clean, babysit. Me, for nuts, cannot do that!! (blink blink)
It is definitely tough work that you do, but it will pass...life is challenging and you will find a way:)
You are too good a poet for your age. Just don't stop writing!