Middle Child
you find light in a parasite
and i don’t like your taste all that much
but i’m stained to you like a henna tattoo
one that’s course to the touch
bittersweet is the word on the street
but I know sour is more your style
now I’m inundated and aggravated
by a nature so hostile
you said when I lose that you’ll sing me the blues
well i’m still standing, my friend
now we continue to peruse the same avenues
home to conflict foreseeing no end
you’re only amused when i’m feeling bruised
and that’s the character i despise
but i think you’re consumed by a feeling that looms
from the human behind the eyes
spare me time and with that I’ll spare you mine
but without frivolity in view
you can’t hold me aloof under the same roof
because like the rain I’m stuck with you too
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