Sister
Three feet away from me sits my sister,
My hilarious, talented, little sister.
I watch her, and I cannot help but weep.
On the exterior, she is there, I know who my sister is,
but when I look past that, I see nothing but a stranger.
Someone who is lost in an abyss of darkness with
no light at the end to save them.
I want to cry out, scream, stomp my feet just
to make this all go away.
Where did my sister and best friend go?
I miss her, yet she has shut me out.
I'll miss you, but I must let you go
because after all, you are just a stranger.
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