The other child is okay. Just not as good as she.
The other child does just fine, just not as well as he.
The other child tries real hard, to be enough for thee,
The other child's just slightly less.
The other child's me.
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Chelsea's poems
PoetrySo I know that this book makes me sound like a whiny little girl but sometimes I just need to vent, and I have no one to vent to. To help myself out, I began writing about my feelings. Sometimes it actually helps clear my head. So you can read if yo...
