The Man in the Middle

I'm the man in the middle,

Without a place to stand.

Between the spaces I fit in

I am "no man's land".

I am a friend to all

But only a brother to few

Who will help me when I fall?

Is there anyone left still?

I am a member of many classes

I am a friend of the masses

I am a company to the helpless

Yet who will help me against my stresses?

I am the man in the middle

The world loves me such,

But the closeness I desire...

Have I asked too much?

I am the man in the middle,

People love me when I'm there,

But if I'm nowhere to be seen,

Do they even care?

I am the man in the middle,

With no real cling to anyone,

Would you bother remembering me

When your time with me is done?

I have no real foothold

I am neither hot nor cold

I am a social mold

Will my story ever be told?

I am the man in the middle...

Life isn't looking so nice at the present...sigh