fractured smiles

wilting flower

i was never bullied

despite what you might think

my insecurities didn't blossom overnight

but my whole life

to being runner up

my sister getting the crown

with me left in the crowd

of smiling faces

as we grew older

my sister got thinner

whilst I seemed to blossom

and grow a bit too much

the whistles weren't for me

but for the pretty blonde

i've grown to hate

because she had it all

while I continued to fall

digging myself

further into the hole

of self hatred

I stopped growing

but instead of becoming

a beautiful rose

I became a pitiful weeping mess