Cyster With A Sister
Born with a cyst in frontal lobe of my brain,
So forgive me whenever I'm a little insane.
I got a way younger forever to me little sister
And no I don't mean to diss or misgender.
It's all just in past tense to make it easier,
Because I respect everyone altogether.
It wasn't always easy being truly me,
But I've psychoanalyzed to point I'm free.
I've finally made friends with my demons,
Finally forgiven myself for all of my own sins.
Though I'm sad while we grow further apart,
I will always keep my baby sister in my heart.
I understand all dynamics and nuances,
Better than how most do in these dances.
I may be a "cyster" with a former sister,
But I still developed an EQ that is superior.
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