The Middle Child

When you look up, you will see the eldest When you look down, you will see the youngest And I will be in the middle You would think I would be seen the most..... But, I feel like the forgotten one I am not the oldest, and get to do things first I am not the youngest, who is cute as can be I am the one stuck in the middle!!!!!! So where does that leave me? I am important too, hear my cry They may be temper tantrums They may be withdrawals But please do not ignore? For I too need to be loved I'm also a child of yours.......