Beauty, grace, joy, A light to everyone’s life, Selfless, loveable, clever, Someone who everyone loves. That’s what they see, But I, the little sister, does not A nuisance, a pest, Always droning on and on About one thing About another Something insignificant. Last week I came home crying Asking for guidance on bullying All she said was “Stop whining! “I have better things to do than to talk to you!” And then let me feel the blue Day after day, My heart became more grey. Her mind filled with arrogance Yelling at me relentlessly Parents admiring her, The favourite child, On a golden podium of love. I miss the time when I was her, When I was young and naive, When I was a slight bore But one they loved nonetheless Now all they see is Her, Dancing, Smiling, Running, Getting A’s And being a success. They’ve never noticed my joys Nor my blues They’ve never noticed my straight successes Nor my failures They only see her The one they cherish The one they love The one they wish they were The one on that golden podium The one destined to have money The one destined to have fame The one destined to have popularity The favourite child, Whom I am not.