I'm not lost, but I'm not found

My parent's forgotten child

They say they tried looking for me

Probably A turn of the head

to the left and right

but didn't move their feet

to see the places out of sight

So at night

I only have my arms to hold me

And old creeky trees 

Are my only company

I'm not lost, but I'm not found

I haven't gone under ground

I'm in plain sight

Right in front of their eyes

But I am a ghost to them

I try to speak up

But my words they ignore

Yet this is my average life

The life of a middel child