You sit at the table, always at the same hour,
Click-clack, go the utensils holding your dinner.
Your parents are there, just facing you,
Each keeps silent, for in your home, that’s what you do.
You have so much you wish to share,
But you settle for eating, without a smile to spare.
Suddenly, there’s a sound!
Where does it come? Of course you know.
Your sibling, at your right, is putting a show.
This person is five years younger, your only sibling,
Treated like a star, always the center, always winning.
They easily grab all the attention,
The very thing you crave but must abstain from mention.
Soon their scream turn into tears,
The classic routine, gaining what they want by triggering your parents fear.
Once again, they got their way,
With your head bowed, you ignore them as best you may.
They laugh, delight, and speak,
They share their day while your parents praise their peaks.
You wish to talk of more than just your success,
To hear something different, not just advice or distress.
After a while, your mother inquires about your grades,
You tell her you’re great, working hard, with no charades.
She urges you to keep this spirit, so pure,
Delighted to know you’re steadfast and sure.
So you smile politely, promising to comply,
Everything she wants you to be, you’ll not defy.
To please her and keep her from spiraling away,
You have no choice but to act like the perfect girl every day.
