No Mans Land Poem by Mathew Lewis

We are the middle years,
Too young to have an opinion,
Too old to play our games,
We are the middle years,
Too closed to be understood,
Too confused to understand,
We are the middle years,
Too busy to stop and think,
Too crazy being thoughtless,
We are the middle years,
Too small to be harmful,
Too big to be gentle,
We are the middle years,
Too broken to be fixed,
Too bent to be straightened,
Yes, we are the middle years.