I feel like your personal slave.
Kept in this house to do your bidding.
I find it quite fitting.
I was the same to our father.
Do you realize that you are just like him.
The man u despise and hate so much,
You’re just like,
Right down to your touch.
Am I not good enough for you?
Is that it?
Or are you just taking your childhood frustrations out on me?
Now that you have the chance and my life is basically in your hands.
It’s not my fault I was the baby.
It’s not my fault that father loved me more.
I didn’t ask for it.
It only cause me heart ache and pain.
I ask why, God, did you curse me this way?!
Then I get slapped in the face for saying his name in vain.
This isn’t fair to me.
To be treated like your live in maid slash babysitter.
Everytime I turn around you’re calling me a quiter!
Sometimes I hate you,
Did I ever tell you that?
Little miss perfect,
Don’t blame me because he fucked you up.
Left you cold, hard and unable to love.
Why do you hate me so?
He screwed me up too.
It wasn’t all just you.
Because of our father,
I am afraid to love,
I am afraid of the simplest things.
Do you not understand all of the hurt that this brings?
Or do you just not care?
Is it because I’m not good enough?
Why is that?
We come from the same womb.
When we were children we shared the same room.
Nothing really has changed though.
You ditched me then as you ditch me now.
Sometimes I sit back and wonder how,
How you could have given birth to such a sweet sensitive child.
She’s more like me than she is like you.
She around me more than she is around you.
Yet you get upset with me when you see her doing the things that I do.
Do you not understand that you are just like that man that you refer to as “ Your father”
You were made from his seed also.
Don’t get it twisted sister.
We are more alike than you think.
So there for, If I’m not good enough,
Then what are you?