I hate being the favorite.

I don't like it at all one bit.

The pressure to be perfect.

The pressure to be great

The pressure to be astonishing and be the perfect weight.

I'm not perfect.

Nor am I great.

Stop painting my picture you claim I create.

Heaven forbid your perfect daughter is unique?

Is my originality too weird for the things that you speak?

Tell our family wonderful lies.

And ...

She is a brilliant star from above,

I am her shadow, dark and low.

She glides with the grace of a dove,

Yet casts her scorn on any raven’s woe.

She holds her books, boundless in beauty,

While I bear the sword and the weight of strife.

She laughs and smiles, unbound by duty,

While I retreat, a recluse, from her light-filled life....

I’d let you shit in my bed, piss on the floor

Wait for you to leave the room before cleaning it up, so you wouldn’t get embarrassed.

Turn a blind eye.

You never talk back, but if you did, I’d let you

Scream in my face

Drain my bank account

5000 cash bail for a quick thrill

Jail tattoo, scars on your belly

From swallowing a ball after the vanity of chewing wore thin

My American pit bull terrie...

Always there for them, always meeting their needs. Even if it stems from greed, they’re viewed through rose-colored glasses—the perfect one who constantly needs the beloved one, the only one they truly believe....

the favorite child

gets the attention -

and that is no surprise

the favorite child

gets his first car for free

gets the toys he wants

gets the college bond

they also get

the father’s dreams

that he never achieved

forced upon them

the mother’s religion

handcuffing them

to a church pew

the parents mistakes

as being first time parents

acting as salt in the wounds

the favorite child

is hawkeye...

Living on a pedestal,

Pining and pining,

For a childhood with none of the dotting.

A life with no expectations.

Existing as an extension of our makers’ wills,

Ever the golden children in our peers’ eyes.

And yet a longing for normalcy,

Stays forever in our hearts....

give me a hand

the scientist uttered

her voice was soft

fingers fluttering

the robot lay still

its wires all torn

her favorite child

the first she’d borne

she sighed and worked

her tools in a row

how did you break

she whispered so low

each screw she tightened

each wire she tied

her heart too full

though she tried to hide

it’s just a machine

that’s what they all say

but this one felt different

so...

I don’t think it’s really fair,

That you should be the favorite,

You’ve never had to fight for air,

In your status you can savor it.

Do you think I asked for this,

To have this favored station,

My entire life only exists,

To meet every expectation.

Of requirements you moan and cry,

Yet you deny you’re advantaged,

To gain attention you don’t even try,

And it’s my esteem that’s damaged.

I’m sorry...

She’s the favorite child.

Shes never had a problem

That her parents couldn’t solve.

But while they help their favorite

Child, they are leaving their other

Child in the dirt. Not caring for

Anyone but their favorite child

That,”Has no flaws.”

It always clawed me inside, when

They would never treat me the same.

But I guess that’s how it’s supposed

To be. The youngest gets always gets

Everythin...

She had to be good because you were so bad

Your sister does it this way

Sometimes I just see you and I’m angry

I raised all my children the same how did you end up so different ?

All quotes from my loving mother. Why should it still bother me? I’m a mother myself and have tried repeatedly to put myself in her shoes. After all you can’t help how you feel. If my presence made her angry than sure...