Between

Born on neither the right, nor the wrong side of the tracks.
Always looking forward, always looking back.
Always putting her best into play,
It was never enough at the end of the day.
Wanting to be friends with everyone in town,
Yet living her life constantly looking down.
Knowing all the wrong and right things to say,
And finding it hard to speak to people either way.
She isn’t beautiful,
And isn’t dull.
Not too good at school,
And isn’t cool,
But she will be alright.
Staying up and reading by book-light,
Then waking up and watching the sunrise.
She will never be able to despise
Anyone. No matter how badly they treat her,
She will never be a threatener.
Maybe one day she will interact.
Perhaps it will give someone a heart attack.
For now, she is here, in this place,
Without even a hint of a smile on her face.
Walking through the world with hope,
Trying to find her own way to cope.
Feeling invisible, yet always seen,
Forever, the in between.