Oh Sister

I was never a favourite child Maybe to my dad only, I thought he understood me better than anyone else I was quiet, boring, antisocial, always in my room Dreaming So when the favoured child arrived, its like I knew my place She was more beautiful, lovable, fun, talkative, had lots of friends She had what I dint have What everybody else loved. Distance and children had cured the sibling rivalry we always had Yet we are two girls of same mother Yet most of my memories are the fights The twenties brought us closer, far but in love I don't know what our thirties will bring I fear of what will happen when her life gets better and better, That she will get an armour ready to fight a sister, just because she has always won.