Sister

I was born first to help you through the hard times, to give you a gentle hand when you were in need.

You came into the world and didn’t even need me.

You were tough, beautiful, and opinionated, you didn’t need me at all.

It threw me a bit, I didn’t know how to respond to you.

It was like giving advice to an elder sibling, they just look down their nose and laugh.

I still try. I live my life, still thinking of ways to help you along.

Whether it’s something I see that would brighten your day, or something I know that would help you out.

Sometimes, you ignore my advice or throw it in my face. I don’t know how to react.

It comes out in words and actions that aren’t how I truly feel.

In the end I know you still need me. Even if you don’t know it yourself.

Once, you told me all the women in your life have always disappointed you.

I always hated that you were let down by so many people, myself included.

So, I’ll be here. Telling you my stories and experiences. Maybe one day you’ll listen and talk to me too.

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Mania

You’re addicted to the your own high, soaring within your own mind.

You forget us and fly towards the sky, crowing with wonderment.

When you forget us we’re left alone, in our peaceful world of sanity.

Until you crash down beside us.

You crash hard and fast, sinking into the soil with your head hung low.

You don’t know how to control it, you never could bear to try.

Every time you pass us, you glance by and remember our world.

But then the mania takes hold and you lose focus.

That’s how you lost us. In our peaceful world of your up’s and down’s.