Glass child

-English isn't my first language-

I'm the glass child, quiet and clear,
Invisible to those I hold dear.
In the stillness of my quiet room,
always wrapped in my own gloom.
My sister's pain, a thunderous storm,
Overshadows the shape I've worn

When I was sad, I swallowed it whole,
Thinking her hurt was the one to console.
Her struggles paint the walls in fear,
Her battles loud, her anguish clear.
So I've learned to hide my own despair,
To stay unseen, unnoticed there.

When my heart ached, I kept it low,
Believing her suffering should always show.
Her mental struggles, a heavy load,
Made me feel my sadness was a mere shadow

I heard my mom cry just last night,
Over problems that I recognise
A burden they think my sister bears,
But it's mine, though no one cares.

I listened from my silent space,
Her tears falling in a broken trace.
I knew the pain they thought they saw
Wasn't hers, but mine, beneath the law.

I sit in my room, breaking apart,
Cracks forming deep in my fragile heart.
In the shadow, I've learned to be,
A faded echo, never free.
Yet in the darkness, I remain unseen,
A glass child lost in the space between

I am the whisper in their noise,
A muted echo with no voice.
Their love and care, a distant shore,
While I stand here, forever more.

For my feelings, they never see,
In the shadow of their misery.
I am the ghost they cannot find,
A silent tear, a hidden mind.

In the quiet, I've learned to be,
A glass child, clear but empty.
With every crack, my heart does show,
Yet still, in silence, I must go.
-v