I feel so alone.
Why do I stay here;
in the place I call home.
I know I am not wanted,
I have the proof right here.
I try my best, the hardest I can,
But its not good enough,
not good enough for them.
Your standards are set high;
not for my sister,
please tell me why?
You scream at me in anger and fury;
While she, that perfect angel butterfly
is rewarded with hugs and praises.

I feel so alone,
in this place I call home.
I am so furious and mad,
at everyone, including “the boss”.
I am ignored by my sister,
about five years to be exact.
I am scolded and punished;
By all of “those” folks.

I feel so alone;
In this place I call home.
Here I am called a skank and a slut,
when I don’t even wear tight pants,
that show my butt.
My sister Amanda, on the other hand,
She is not name-called
By our parents.
Her eyes are so dark,
from loads of mascara.
She reminds me of a whore,
a whore, who should be pushed out the door.
Why do you all hate me;
what have I done?
I feel so alone.
Why should I stay here;
In this place I call home.

 
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