what does she do?
she hides your tears, your fears and the hair dye stains on the bathroom wall all before mom gets home.
what does she look like?
she's the most wretchedly hidious creature in the most beautiful and godesslike ways.
who is she?
she is your best freind and your worst enemy
she is the secrect therapist that niether of you knew you had
she is your sister
That, is very true. I mostly
That, is very true. I mostly don't like my sister. Be she is insightful in a way that I'm not. That thing with the dye I can relate to, though I think I used to to that. Be she is older than you! Good poem!
I'm always lying, in fact, I'm lying to you right now.