It's funny now.
How if I do something
You always make it about yourself

They compare me to you
Wanting me
Too be more like you.

When you mess up,
No big deal
Because you're the Golden Child.

But me?
Shunned to the side, a dissapointment, a waste.

I'm sorry I can't feed your ego.
That I'm horrible by not catering to your every need.

You blackmail me to get what you want
Spreading lies to all your friends,
That I'm a monster
Deciving
Scheming
Disgusting

I hate that I still love you,
Sis that I hold dear.