Being the eldest child.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Basically this is a poem of how being the eldest child feels sometimes, its nothing special, but yeah...

Submitted: May 09, 2012

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Submitted: May 09, 2012




Being the eldest child, so much is expected.

You start to feel alone, put aside, neglected.

The others get so much more attention.

When you appear through the darkness you are treated with aprehension.

They look they stare as you sit in silence.

They get on with life in your absence.

You enjoy the quiet and enjoy the dark.

You are liking the neglection you have lost your spark.

You no longer feel happy and fun and loving.

You are a reaper of jealousy and are used to this social shoving.

You become depressed and no longer there.

You feel alone, you feel so bare.

 You are sick of your family and are full of strife.

You are thinking of ways to end your life.

Everythings blurry and the future is dim.

Your having no second thoughts, the night creeps in.

Seeking for reason as you slowly wither away.

You think, you might want for another weeping day.

The corner is so dark and your heart is cold.

You think that you will probably not die old.

As the next day aproaches you start to wonder

That death would be a stupid blunder.

Because if you didnt stay you wouldnt see later,

You wouldnt have kids and be a creator,

You couldnt expand life and fall in love with a guy

You couldnt do anything if you decided to die.

So you stay until you find that special light

Who adores you so much, and chases away your fright,

You decide to wait until that light will come

Maybe then, just maybe, you will stop being so glumb.

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