Better Than Me
“I’m worried he’s better than me.”
I hate how you think
you’re the toughest in the family.
Multiple days gone by,
and I’m not in calamity.
I have tons of hobbies,
and you pick on all of them.
Say I’m terrible at this,
and that. Why do you condemn
me?
Why?
You’re not better than me,
just because you’re stronger.
You’re not better than me,
and it’s not because I’ve lived longer.
The moment I bring up our ages,
you go to defend yourself.
Say I’m not better than you
just because I’m older than twelve.
Well, how come you’re better
than little old me?
I’m shorter, stupid-er,
weaker, can’t I be better at even one thing?
But no.
You have to be stronger,
smarter, taller,
and you don’t believe me
when I say I’m not a lamb to slaughter.
I’m a writer,
and words can hurt.
Words are a weapon,
but you never gave an alert.
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…yeah, okay…