She is the middle sister
My younger older sister
Third child but 2nd daughter
She may have to fight for attention sometimes
And she is one of the biggest smart ***** I know
But put paints and colors in front of her
And she becomes the artist
Give her a pen and paper
And she becomes an author
I tell her a lot of things
I ask her a lot of things
She is the sister that loves ghost stories
But can't stand the thought of actually seeing one
She is the little girl who is wild and crazy at home
But shy with new people
She always has a horrible smile in pictures
But she has the best laugh
She is the middle sister
The younger older
And I love her

Your anger fuels your drive.
the determination is seen
thru you
and within you
It frightens me.
It's almost like a craziness
I fear it has overcome you
and engulfed you by it's pain
Now replaced by torment,
And conflict within your mind
I take this personally
OH but of course don't worry about me
To you is doesn't show,
that every hurt you put
yourself thru
Comes right back to me.

My best Friend
The one who is supposed to stay by my side,
Thru thick and thin
Betrayed me

She took the boy I loved
She took him and used him.
Used him against me
And I forgave her

She seems to forget that fact.
My best friend.
She didn't realize that her horrific act,
I forgave.
And she seems to think I forgot.

But I did not

Now she treats me worse than before
Calling me the bad one.
Saying I'm the fake one.
Spreading lies about me.

My best friend,
Well. she isn't best now,
She isn't even a friend
and never was a true one.

My ex-best friend,
Betrayed me.