Old Scribbles

Torn ties, that bind.

Why don't they love me,
like they love you?...

Why boundaries for me,
Never for you?...

Why I'm never perfect like you...

Why do you shift the blame ,
and point at me ?...

When you mess up,
I'm the one to see...

But when you succeed ,
and do something grand...

They say,
I should learn from your guiding hand...

They flip the script,
and turn it around...

My faults highlighted ,
my strengths drowned ...

I'm tired of being blamed,
for your mistakes...

And told to learn ,
from your successful breaks...

I'm held responsible,
for every slip ...

But when you shine,
I'm just a distant tip...

You take the credit,
and leave me the blame...

A double standard,
that drives me insane...