Constant Comparison

Stare at the picture
Behind the frame
The one thing we share
Is a last name
She's oh-so pretty
Popular and nice
Her little sister
Is her only vice
They tell me if only
I was more like her
I could also be
Witty and popular
They don't understand
It's not who I am
Being all that she is
Is not my life's plan
The way I act is fine
But it won't get me friends
I'm not the one they notice
I'm always second best
She can keep the spotlight
I prefer the dark
She'll always remain
First in their hearts
I'm used to it now
It won't get me down
Baby sister's not the favorite
I like the smaller crown
So go on and try
To make me what I'm not
I'm living in her shadow
But I like what I've got

Poem by broken_city_sky

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