Are We Balanced Yet?

WE ARE at odds.
always have been. always will.
I don't know anything that you can do
that I cannot do better.

all right, remember, that's a lie.
cause you are my surpasser.
you were always winner.
if not in all things, then in
any
thing.

we are like
two ends of a stick,
made of the same stuff,
but experiencing life
like apples
and yucky, yucky oranges.

it seems to me
like you were always at the bottom.
pushed into the ground, whining,
complaining that you had the worse part of the deal.
and you were blamed for
nearly everything.

I know it wasn't all your fault,
but you were cruel,
you were mean.
you were pulling me down every chance you got,
trying to rub my nose in that dirt.

but I:
I was always up,
soaring through the clouds,
getting it easy, you might say;
I didn't have to deal with all the mud.

but there were consequences, madame, that you should know about.

do you know
that I never had a CLUE
of what was going on?
I felt like every day
you were so much more in touch
with LIFE than I.
I was
lost
somewhere, up there in the sky.
and that's why I would play outside, alone.
I wanted to explore and be aware!
I wanted my Real Life.
I wanted more than anything to be there in your place.

but in the end,
the reason I get dirty
is just why you get high.

damn,
that explains a lot.
we def. weren't born on even ground.
and though we both fought for the front,
we neither got it;



forgive me?