Middle Ground

I stand on middle ground

Drifting from place to place

Not knowing where to make my sound

Not knowing where to show my face

 

I tend to sway towards the adults

Avoiding the younger children

And their juvenile insults

I wish for those times that had once been

 

Now I stand on middle ground

Drifting from place to place

Not knowing where to make my sound

Not knowing where to show my face

 

Now things are different

I am lonely but not alone

They say my perceptions are bent

Now I have to be silent as stone

 

So I stand on middle ground

Drifting from place to place

Not knowing where to make my sound

Not knowing where to show my face

 

I am too young

They say; even though my maturity is old

So my feelings go unsung

My thoughts go untold

 

I stand on middle ground

Drifting from place to place

Not knowing where to make my sound

Not knowing where to show my face

 

They put me with the young children

But I cannot talk with them intelligently

But I try to bear and grin

And they go on without me

 

So I stand on middle ground

Drifting from place to place

Not knowing where to make my sound

Not knowing where to show my face

 

People say I’m pretentious

To speak to adults eye-to-eye

Now I have to be self-conscious

Of what I do and say

 

I stand on middle ground

Drifting from place to place

Not knowing where to make my sound

Not knowing where to show my face

 

Why is it that reality is our perceptions?

Why can’t we all be accepted for who we are?

Why is it that we’re led to pre-conceptions?

Why are we weird of we try to rise above the bar?

 

Don’t make us stand on middle ground

Drifting from place to place

Not knowing where to make our sound

Not knowing where to show our face

 

Allow us to be who we are

Let us be ourselves

Permit us to wish on a star

Don’t put us away on shelves

 

But, then again, you may choose to ignore me

 

For I stand on middle ground

Drifting from place to place

Not knowing where to make my sound

Not knowing where to show my face

Author's Note

Sorry if this is a little long-winded and overly repetitive. I was writing down how I felt at the time.

Okay, so there's a story behind this one. My dad just recently got re-married (long story; may or may not pop up eventually in my writing here on Writer'sCafe) and my step-mom doesn't completely know me yet.
I've grown up talking with adults on an eye-to-eye level, so I feel as if I can talk to adults just like I can talk to people my own age. However, my step-mom has been single-handedly raising four young, immature boys for the past three years, so she's not used to that.
So, the other day I was talking to my dad and I asked him how he felt I was doing in my step-mom's eyes. He started talking to me about how she and all the other adults that are around are not used to people as young as me speaking to them on the level of a peer. So, he told me that, for the moment, I needed to try and be more like a kid and try not to participate in adult conversations as much.
It sounds really bad when I say it, but it was actually a really good discussion. Granted, it was a hard one, but it was still good. One of the things that he told me was that unfortunately, reality was our perceptions, that's how I got stanza twelve.
Anyway, it's really not as bad as it I wrote it out to be. I'm still talking like I usually do, and I think it's going alright. :0) This poem just transpired because of the feelings I had right after that discussion with my dad.

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[paparapapa]

Haha. Sorry, I found the story funny. :| I just don't understand why you have to be more like a kid when you just don't think like one. Personally, I'm fond of kids who think like adults, they're just too cute. They remind me of Manny from Modern Family. Haha. Well, anyway, I totally agree with the poem. It's hard being in the middle ground since it leaves you feeling unsure whether you'll fit in once you choose one side. So I think it'll be better if you find people who think like you do. That would be awesome. Oh, the repetition was really helpful in emphasizing the message of the story and I think it flowed really well. More or less, it has everything. Content, good flow, creativity, good rhyme scheme and the like. So great job! :)

[13ReasonsWhy]

i loved it. very insightful! and to me this sounded like a song! it flowed well and over all amazing!!

[The XYZ Writer]

You wrote down all your feelings in such a intricate poem! True, its a bit overly dramatic, but thats okay. I hope that you and your step-mother will soon be able to communicate and understand each other. Best of luck from me!!

[Me]

Poignant write, well penned