I'm trying hard to make myself perfect
Just so that I can see that smile you show my brother.
I'm trying to be better
Just so that you can show me the same amount of love you show my brother.
But, Why am I even trying?
From the start, it's always been like this,
He's better, He's more loved, He deserves better, He will always be better than me.
Why? He was born a boy.
Whereas I a girl.
Unwanted, frail, and unloved.
But even after all this, I still can't bring myself to hate you,
I love you endlessly.
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An Untold Truth
PoetryJust a series of poems that mean a lot to me and maybe some of you can relate to.