The Cushion Critic: The Middle Girl

Even though for their complete disregard for love,

Elle and Eli were together through all thick and rough.

It was hard to believe because it was hard to pretend,

for them and for the coming of age middle girl.

The soft pillow fabric begged her to sleep,

the tears wet the linen just as it soaked in deep,

Change that has not come, pray come soon,

sorrow that has seeped through the walls of the room.

Run up, run down, passing notes is her task

their is a sadness she hides behind the mask.

The confusion, the chaos, the silence too loud,

the sorry middle girl had rather put herself down.

Elle loved her, so did Eli, but it was not enough,

when will they understand what the consequences were?

Quick and sharp she maybe with actions and words,

but its just a playhouse, she must return to her world.

Follow through and utter not a word that displeases,

to and fro, explaining the affair with valid reasons.

Tired and drained out, waiting for it to pass on,

like wind on earth, she was the pitiful middle girl.