Shadow

I am seventeen

The youngest out of my siblings

Life’s Great

Constantly walking in my sister's shadow

Wondering when I can come out of the dark

Life’s Great

Too young to do something

Too old to do something

Parents not understanding what I say

Always thinks i'm talking back

Life’s great

People call my sister beautiful

Then turn to me and say “Hello, sorry didn't see you there”

I feel like a ghost no one knowing i'm there

Constantly walking in my sister's shadow

Wondering when I can come out of the dark

Grasping, Pushing, Grabbing, Pulling

To find my way out

Nothing works

Life’s great