How it feels
I know it's all my fault, and I know I've made mistakes,
but talking me down and hating me now is making me feel afraid.
Afraid of my future and who I may be
afraid of failure and that I may never succeed.
But who am I to even speak, my sister is really the gem.
She shines and she shines, while I'm just left alone for dead.
You probably don't get my feelings and I really don't expect you to, but
I just want you to know that I'll work and I'll work to be the child who can also shine through.
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