My mother always loved her more
They always got along
Thinking the same thoughts and
Singing the same song
Forever I was jealous
The deepest shade of greens
But this time I am grateful
That I'm not the one she preens
Now I have tons of secrets
Things I need to hide
So thanks to her favoritism
None notice when I've cried
I just hope they'll notice
When I've died
Author notes
Most of this was an odd mixture of truth and fiction.... I've been rhyming so much lately...not sure whether that's good or bad. It just means I've changed which, again, could be viewed either way.
Comments
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i like this one a lot..i can tell it's like you and your sister?
i feel like this one has more truth to it than fiction..
nice write, keep writing!
and yea i was gonna comment on the rhyming, you never really used to do that too much..
good job :]
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