As the eldest daughter, I will have you know
That when we stare at you with a blank face it’s so that we don’t overflow
We take a long deep breath and a moment to smooth out our expressions
So that on our younger siblings, we don’t leave any bad impressions
It’s common place to conceal these emotions that emerge from our darker side
We tell ourselves we’re not hurt just angry and in a moment we’ll be fine
It’s not like we were taught that to feel is to be weak
Or that no one really cares to listen when any of us speaks
The only thing that seems to matter is sitting pretty with a smile
But being the eldest daughter tends to leave you brain dead after a little while