Middle child syndrome??

Yesterday me and my older sister Danielle were watching home videos. Thankfully when we were younger our father carried a video camera around everywhere we went, so we have lots of memories. (I'll try to keep this story short) Yesterday we found a video that we had never seen before. I was the ripe old age of 3 years old, and my older siblings were, 8, 8, 7, and 6. It was Christmas time and we were at the Rehabilitation center down the street from us (Every Christmas we went down there to sing and put on a little Christmas program for them).
Throughout my siblings entire performance, I was always reaching for the single mic that they had, for, I just wanted to sing like my big brother and sisters. And every time I reached for the mic, my little hand of hopes and dreams would get pushed away, and I was constantly being told 'no'. After trying again and again to get the mic and sing my heart out, I finally ran away crying. 


When watching this video I realized that I am still the very same way today. After I would fail at trying to get the mic, I would retreat to behind my mothers skirt and silently cry. Though now, I'm much taller than my  mother and her skirt can no longer hide me, I still tend to retreat into my little cocoon and stay there. This video reminded me of the plagues from my childhood that I would silently endure by myself, never telling anyone what was wrong, or what I really wanted. Now I have two more siblings (12, and 6). And though technically I'm not the middle child, My mother has informed me that I suffer from the life threatening disease of middle child syndrome.
I refuse to be this way any longer! 


(But I actually don't know what middle child syndrome technically is, so I have no idea on how to defeat it)


If you are a middle child, I urge you to stand up for your rights. Take that microphone and sing your heart out despite of what anyone tries to tell you!!!
:D *wink wink*