How can you be my sisterwhen we share almost nothing alike.

You wax philosophical about things incessantly and feel importance about them, yet you don’t hear me when I speak.

You make me feel insignificant and different when really, no one is ever really that different.

You make it sound like we’re both outsiders, but yet you seem to be in on the joke.

You wish for better family but when your family reach out and ask for help your deaf to them.

My world is dull compared to yours, even though we live on the same Earth.

You cry, I console you. I cry, you ignore me.

Everything always has to be an argument, a confrontation. I just want a quiet life.

You say you don’t have, even though I know you do.

You don’t help me but I’ll still always help you.

I don’t possess the courage to tell you these things, or maybe I’m just scared of hurting you.

I will always love you because you are my sister. I will always love you even though your love is fickle.

xoxo