She

She has never been praised.
Not as much as her sister.
She’s the oldest.
She was the experiment.
She is the reminder of
A painful past.

“Look,  see what I did! ”
Not now.
I’m busy.
I was talking.
Always an excuse.

Praise is given.
When she demands.
It’s never genuine.
She wonders why.
She even bothered.

They only pay attention.
When something bad has happened.
Or when “she” is in a bad situation.
The good never seen.
She’s told try harder.
You can do better.

She hurts and withers.
Trying to pick herself up.
And yet she isn’t praised.
She’s told.
“You never listened to me. You were stubborn”
She is reminded that she was and is the black sheep.

Yet the other sister is praised.
Constantly.
By both.
She blooms.

She has never been praised.
Not as much as her sister.
She’s the oldest.
She was the experiment.
She is the reminder of
A painful past.

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