Graveyard

TW: Childhood trauma; a middle child's take

and what graveyard is more apt

than the hearth you’ve known all your life

you could be twenty- or even fifty

but here you will always be

a sickly child of twelve

yearning for an escape

clawing at this door

the only love you've known is malice

taught by your own flesh and blood

that never saw or knew you

not wise enough to be the oldest

nor needy enough to be younger

you’ll always be the peculiar one-

the unseemly middle born

Author's Note

Constructive criticism is welcome :)