Cold Glare
You were the favourite
Yet we had the same things
Our parents had a glance
That made me realise
They loved you more
They loved me less
I rose in the shadows
Of your achievements
I fought by your side
Yet I felt two steps behind
In our parent’s eyes.
They liked your charm
And your wit
They could never understand
My trailing eyes
My cold smile.
Always seeking
Something that wasn’t there
My judging glare
All because
They refrained
To care
For the daughter they had left in the shadows of their son.