Failure.
Felt like everything and anything you do is not enough.
Been always smarter than your sisters but no they had to point out that you still don’t look as preety.
Has always been the “go to” friend but still got blamed for being honest.
The one who always remember special occasions but never gets even a birthday greetings.
Already past the stage where flowers seems over rated yet wond’ring how it feels to actually receive one.
Always putting a brave face because you know no one will make it better for you.
Even crying was hard because you can’t let them see.
Pride is the only thing left in you…
Yet you try to be happy
To live
To give
To deal
To heal
