Have you ever squeezed your neck with your hands?
Not too hard to make you choke to death,
But enough to make you suffocate?
Well, that’s what it feels like to have a sister like mine.
They say that there’s no better friend than a sister,
Well, trust me, that’s a lie, there’s no meaner bully.
“But she does so much for you.” they say, like I’m so ungrateful,
But I know they’ve never had to live a life like mine.
I doubt their sister ever drove them to want to commit suicide,
I doubt any other sister has ever been so snide.
She treats me like I’m her sister when she’s in a good mood,
But then like her enemy when she’s upset.
Three-fourth of my insecurities, they took root because of her,
Yes, she shattered me to pieces.
Lies and broken promises, she’s got a PhD.
Want to be bullied? Just share parents with another person.
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A poem of hurt and agony about siblings with whom one has to compete. Control seems to be a major issue and bullying is always an issue. Nicely written it speaks of a relationship that is mixed but balanced to the negative.
This is a three in the morning job with a baseball bat.
Though you didn't get that from me.
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