I am the unfortunate son.
The son that parents don’t brag about at parties,
While his siblings are practically worshipped.
The son that has to cook his own meals,
While his siblings get fed.
The son that works for everything he has,
While his siblings are coddled.
I tell people that I am glad that I am the unfortunate son,
That I learned to be determined, hard-working, and independent.
But sometimes, very rarely, but sometimes,
I wish that I was that son.
The son whose parents bragged about him.
The son who got fed meals by his parents.
The son who was coddled and told “I love you”.
But instead, I am the unfortunate son.
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 12:13 AM UTC
I am the unfortunate son.
The son that parents don’t brag about at parties,
While his siblings are practically worshipped.
The son that has to cook his own meals,
While his siblings get fed.
The son that works for everything he has,
While his siblings are coddled.
I tell people that I am glad that I am the unfortunate son,
That I learned to be determined, hard-working, and independent.
But sometimes, very rarely, but sometimes,
I wish that I was that son.
The son whose parents bragged about him.
The son who got fed meals by his parents.
The son who was coddled and told “I love you”.
But instead, I am the unfortunate son.
this is about children that get overshadowed by their siblings if you couldn't tell
also slight allegory to "Fortunate Son" by CCR