Oh, to love an unreciprocated love.
Oh, to be forced in a polygamous relationship of some kind.
To watch a mirror version of yourself be loved and be able to love,
only because they were chosen, and you were given.
To have the own tongue called too sharp and resentful by those who sharpened it.
To be reprimanded for the way of speaking and yet called sweet and loving by those who listen.
Sad that at home they may hear my voice but won\'t listen to what is said.
It is to be the cousin, the longed for daughter or the sibling never had.
It is to be the black sheep and an unwanted roommate.
Un outsider with the key.
All the while being said daughter, being the sister who tries her best and called responsible and intelligent child.
The command to back-down in each argument is loudness yet heavy.
Loved and yet never at home.
Loving them means staying while not giving them the option of choice.
Loving them means never knowing if I\'m loved in return and yet never letting them the chance to pick me.
Oh, to be family by blood.
Oh, to be ruled by the fear of rejection.