From birth, I was better than others:
An angel, a beauty, a perfect little charm.
Call me whatever you will,
But as all riches come with suffering,
I was tested and I failed.
It all started years ago,
When a girl came up to me.
She was dirty and needy,
And a hateful little thing.
However, I was young and reckless to have let her in.
For no matter what she did,
When she stole what was mine or shamed me,
I only smiled and laughed and waved it off
As she was a pebble on the sidewalk,
Free to kick and throw,
And nothing more.
But when her little games went over the top,
I left the mess for her to clean up.
Poisons, lies, deaths, betrayals
Were just a boring little game…
To her
and to me.
But, thinking back,
All I did was neglect her.
Perhaps, that’s what hurt her.
As we grew up,
I played along with her schemes as a chess piece on her chessboard.
But when I saw her changing,
From a tractable little doll to more than I could handle,
I learned that life wasn’t a game,
And it wasn’t meant to be played.
But it was far too late.
The people around us were watching a play.
I was a villainess now,
And she was the poor commoner rising to power.
However, the more she climbed,
The less she remembered.
She didn’t recall the memories of being powerless,
The past where everyday life was hell,
The place where she crawled out from,
And the people who had once loved her.
Power turned her into a mindless doll,
But regardless, she was my sister.
So, when the world caved in on her,
I couldn’t bear to watch her fall.
So I let them think that I was the one,
The one who started this all.
When I awoke to where I am now,
I hung over the bottomless ocean,
And everyone was watching and waiting,
Waiting for me to fall.
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