Being the Youngest Child

When I consider how my time was spent
The world goes dark like of year I have been spending with grief
It is too much to bear
Everyone treated me unfairly
It was her so-called ‘cute face’
That would pierce through me
Why me?

My soul was empty with no love
Everyone forgot I was the one who needed more love
Instead of her,
Everyone would say listen to your sister, she is smart if she wasn’t here I bet you. I would have been the
Most loved and favourite
I don’t get why people call her cute
She is a spoilt and a useless brat that came along and
RUINED EVERYTHING
I wasn’t allowed to do anything without her final opinion which was always negative
Why me?

I was no longer the sun, the brightest and most loved child
In fact, I was a lonely cloud in MY OWN HOUSE
She brainwashed my parents
My love was no more
Special thanks to her

Why me?