To have an older sister

It’s like a curse

My first bully, and my best friend

She’s mean to me,she says things she knows hurt

Shouts at me like she’s my mother

And sometimes i wish i could tell her to stop

She cannot be all those things

You must be tired

You looks so tired

She’s meaner to herself ,completely independent

Raised me as her own

She’s tired

She’s the only person who noticed when something was wrong

Books and the ocean reminds me of her

She’s the reason im writing

She’s my muse

She is my motivation to keep living

I started painting because of her

I try to be as kind as she is, at least i tried