As being the oldest,
we have always been told to
pick up a broom and clean the house,
since we were four. I began at that age to fold cloth,
mop the floors, cook food and act as a mother to my very own
siblings.
Then my siblings start to develop to hint that I am bossy and
bring a bitch. But if I told them my perspective of my life
Would they understand that I am trying to
Protect them from our family.
I will always remain as the villain in their story
And not the hero, who has been trying to save them all along.
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Bittersweet
PoetryI have always been told I am bittersweet. Bitter to the touch but sweet to never be forgotten.
