Dear little bird.
dear little sparrow of mine,
here\'s a secret,
your older sister
Is not perfect.
Your older sister,
She cries too
Those big ugly sobs and tears one moment and the next moment
Staring at the wall thinking big thoughts
About how
I\'ve wasted a lot of my time.
Be careful with those seconds.
These minutes are finicky creatures
and they just turn into monsters of hours
in just 60.
Your older sister, she hasn\'t done much
You regard me as the best person in the whole wide world
With those little chocolate brown eyes
Your older sister,
People tell her she’s accomplished
But i haven\'t really accomplished much except i suppose that
Now i know that,
I can tell you that,
My history teacher has something against “our kind”.
But it\'s ok.
You needn\'t worry about that. There will be always
These kinds of people and harsh
Words out there don\'t let the
Words get to you and weigh your wings down.
Your older sister,
People tell her she’s so smart, intelligent, full of potential.
She’s not smart
She knows that she has to
Get up in the morning
And just put in slightly more effort
Than the average person
And it\'s sad that people nowadays consider that smart
Your older sister,
She’s no star athlete,
half the time
She spends staring at
Colored boxes
Boxed inside
A shut up concealed
Mess of a room
Mess boxed inside her head never to be opened ever again
Boxed heart boxed emotions
Never good because they spew
A mess
All over the kitchen, spilled batter, ruined recipe
Pencil shavings of a messed up pencil drawing
Smudged graphite on the desk
Nothing is clean nothing in its
proper
Box
Boxing its way outside
Your sister, she says she’s mostly mentally organized.
That\'s mostly a lie.
She says that because she wants to look good in your eyes
Because she knows that you want to be
Exactly like her - pinpoint
Picture copy of me
Photocopied printer
Ctrl c
Ctrl v
Twins of another
Photoshopped version of me,
that\'s what you will become and I hope that
No person will shoot bullets into your brain and heart
Time and time again
Your older sister,
She’s been told many things
Many lies
Many stories
I see you, my little sparrow,
You trust as much as i did
You are
A open book
Little doll
The world is waiting to
Scribble all over your features
And break your limbs.
Your older sister,
She’s a broken doll.
She’s missing the limb of trust,
Her locks of hope
Buried within deep in her chest,
Resides an empty heart under lock and key.
My little sparrow,
It is hard for me to show you
How much i love you as your
Older sister
Broken as I have become. My words
May be harsh at times
But
I don\'t want to see you
Become like me.
Dear little bird.
dear little sparrow of mine,
here\'s a secret,
your older sister
Is not perfect.