Brother:
I hate being the youngest, I really really do
The whole family wants me to grow up to be like you!
You get good grades in everything, and I am always told
To "Be more like your sister" and keep "Aiming for the goal!"
You've been in the family for longer, but I don't think that should mean
That you are pampered everyday and treated like a queen.
I'm sick and tired of living in such a big shadow
I wish that you were never born - I'd rather be alone!
Sister:
Now listen to me brother, being older's not a blast
They all expect so much of me, that's why I grew up fast
And as for my achievements, they're there so you can see
The fantastic role model that I have to be.
I don't get what I ask for, and I don't ask for much;
Because I get what I deserve, and that's more than enough.
By now I hope that you see, and you understand
That I am not really a kid - just a helping hand.
YOU ARE READING
Confessions of a teenage dreamer
PoetryA collection of poems that I decided to randomly write, written anywhere from on the couch, to in a train, to at a restaurant. So you can expect some to be really random. :)
