It's not fair
To see them happy
With the very man
That made my life crappy
He's there for them
When for Me he never was
But whatever I guess
Because that is what he does
My siblings get what they want
Because they are younger
And because I am older
I have to be tougher
I have to guide them through life
And hold their hand
While the thoughts in my head
Are making me go mad
How is it my job
To guide them through life
When what guided me though life
Was a simple knife
Although I must teach them
I have to tell them not to be me
Or all of us
Will be breaking by the seams
I am the oldest
I am the mistake
They are the youngest
The ones my parents planned to make
YOU ARE READING
Written thoughts
PoetrySociety is fucked up Oh just wait and see To see what is broken And tearing by the seams
