Just Like Her

I want to be just like her.
My older sister
the perfect child,
the popular,
the pretty one.
The one that never gets made fun of
Hurt inside
Bullied
The one that is never afraid to walk through the halls
and walk to class.
The one with the gorgeous boyfriend waiting for her after class.

But no.
I'm not like her.
I am the disposed child.
The geeky one out of place.
The ugly icky one.
The onethat is made fun of.
Hurt inside.
Bullied.
I am the one always afraid to walk through the halls
and walk to class.
And I am the one with the aggressive strong monster waiting for me after class.

If I were more like my sister my life would be simple and pain free.
Wonderful!
But no...
I'm not like my sister.

Go Ahead...Take Another

Take one
it will make it all better.
Still, you feel hurt and depressed,
like your torn to pieces.

Take another.

Another.

Did she just kill your insides...
you will never forgive her.
So hurt you are confused and worn out.
You want it all to stop so all you do is just
take one.

Take Another.

Another.

Now you love being that dreadful hurt soul inside
just so you can take another.
It is addicting and strong but you don't care
as long as it make things feel better.

Take Another.

Another.

Now she notices there is something different about you.
You look happy and you feel happy.

But your not.

You took another too many times.
You made it worse and killed your insides.
And you hurt yourself and confused yourself.
You addicted yourself and you killed yourself.

All because you took another.