In the light of our home, it's clear to see,The warmth of their smiles—it's not for me.My sister, the star, always shining bright,While I linger in shadows, out of their sight.
Her laughter dances like a song in the air,
Every moment cherished, every joy laid bare.
They praise her achievements, lift her on high,
While I stand in the corners, watching time fly.
"Look at her talent, how she excels!"
I feel like a ghost in their heartfelt spells.
Their eyes light up when she walks in the room,
But I'm just the backdrop, lost in the gloom.
I try to be seen, to carve out my place,
But their love feels conditional, a heartless race.
It stings in the silence, the distance it makes,
The bond they share, a divide that aches.
I wonder if I matter, if they see who I am,
Or if I'm just a shadow, a forgotten plan.
Every hug that she gets feels like a knife,
Cutting deeper into my heart and my life.
Yet still, I hold hope that one day they'll see
The person I'm becoming, the light inside me.
But until then, I walk this path alone,
Longing for love in a house that feels like stone.
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Little Pieces
PoetryA collection of short poems that reflect the ups and downs of daily life, exploring themes of struggle, growth, and the search for belonging. Each piece reflects a moment, a feeling, or a memory, offering a glimpse into the journey of self-discovery.
