In the shadows of comparison's cruel game,
I ask myself, sister, what's my name?
"Why am I not good enough?" I quietly plead,
As tears of inadequacy plant their seed.
In the endless race for academic glory,
I'm but a shadow in your success story.
"You'll always be an A," the whispers say,
While I'm left drowning in the "fake" array.
In this world of competition's icy grip,
I'm left to watch as my confidence slips.
For in the harsh light of comparison's glare,
I find myself lost in despair.
But amidst the darkness, a flicker of light,
A sister's love, burning bright.
In your eyes, I see a reflection true,
Of worth beyond grades, beyond the blue.
So though I may falter, in this academic race,
Your love, dear sister, is my saving grace.
For in your eyes, I'll always find,
A place where my worth isn't confined.
