Running was our thing
My connection to you
Now I have to share with her
She who always is trying to best me
And is ruining the fun
And relaxation
That comes from so many of my favorite things
Reading was our thing
Something I could relate to
Our shared sense of humor
Is now being forced into stupidness
Because I have to share with her
We didn't have much in common
But the few things we did are gone
Because of her
My friends that are closer to my age
I'm gone one time because of a conflict
Now they're not my friends at all
They say I'm a role model
She looks up to me
She doesn't
She just sees it
As a competition
I try to be patient
But I can't
People say we are so similar
But we are nothing alike
She is loud and commanding
She wants attention
And has different sides to her
That no one else sees
Because she is so fake around others
People are disappointed in me
When I dislcude her
But when she does that to others
No one cares
Or is disapojnted in her
Because she isn't supposed to be mature
And I'm supposed to be setting the example
Blah. A small rant about a sister who constantly frustrates me.
