“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…