She

She sits wondering why is everything a competetion with you

Why does she have to listen you?

Why are you always right?

Why do you always make Her feel bad?

You know Her better than She knows Herself so, why?

All She does is help you, try to build you up

but all you do is tear Her down until She falls to the ground 

and She never makes one sound

you walk all over Her knowing She feels so unheard

all Her words

are useless

you're supposed to be there for Her like Her sister but,

you're so caught up in these worldy things you don't see what She sees

you don't even care to feel what She feels anymore

like She's some whore

you think She wants you're attention all the time but you won't even look Her way

so all She does is sit there wondering