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.