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 that it’s gone this far,

This was never my intention,

The idea that we should spar,

For our loved ones’ affection.

I’m sad to say that in my pain,

Your own I never knew,

It was your place I sought to gain,

I just wanted to be you.

Let’s make each other a promise now,

To be what we want to be,

I’ll cheer for you the ways I know how,

So we can both be happy.