It was always us,
Your the oldest, I'm the middle, and he's the youngest child.
You were always happy, He was always rebelling
And I was always hiding
Hiding in both shadows,
Like I didn't exist at all
Always pushing me aside.
You always blamed your problems on me,
He was always fighting with me.
I accepted everything blamed my self for everything,
Hating myself.
I was always judging myself
hating my body,
Face,
And life.
I didn't feel anything anymore, and
Now I tell myself I'm okay
I'm not.
Just a poem about siblings always pushing one away and making them hate and blame themselves