**I love my sister to death, it's just I was really hurt when I wrote this poem. So please do not get the idea that I am a heartless sibling, because I can assure you that it is the total opposite. :nod:
You know something?
I don't like you.
No. Better yet.. I hate you.
Why do you always insist on instigating every little issue that occurs.
Yeah, I might not be a perfect daughter or sister, but hey. Back off.
Once I've heard enough bad things about me.. said to me.. I start to believe it.
I get enough bullshit from my mom. Your mom. I don't need crap from you.
You want to know something else?
I couldn't wait for mom to go into labor when i found out the kid was going to be a girl.
That I was going to be a big sister.
That I was going to have a little sister, someone I've always wanted.
That I would protect you and hold you forever.
What happened to that feeling. The euphoria. That happiness that once was.
I can no longer smile. It's hard to just, "pretend" that everything is all right.
So WHAT, you're a little younger than me? Age can sometimes be just a number.
You know perfectly well what you do, so you cannot use that against you.
You make my life a living hell.
It's okay, though. I still love you.