Unfair Treatment

I'm not perfect, yet so much is expected from me.

Not everybody can be perfect,

And nobody is perfect, so why

Do you expect so much from me?

Of course, my sister.

That's why.

She was so perfect as a child,

And now they all expect the same form me.

But what if I can't live up

To their standards?
Does anyone know how I feel?

Of course not, nobody bothers with me.

Everything is my fault,

My sister gets away with it all.

Nothing I do will ever be considered,

As a job well done.

I get angry, I get impatient.

I inherited it all from my sister.

But when she gets angry, annoyed, upset,

My parents always make an excuse for her.

Yet when I'm angry, annoyed, upset,

They yell and scream at me.

Wanting to control me, 

Until I'm left with no control of my own life.

Everything I do, how I act,

Is all down to my sister and parents.

I act moody, but they do too.

So why am I always the one in trouble?

Everyone gets away with it all,

Am I just purely the underdog?

My parents are 'allowed' to be moody,

And so does my sister. 

But most definitely not me.

I get punished, I get abused.

I get insulted, torn down and bruised.

One thing wrong, the cycle repeats again.

There's always some sort of improvement.

My sister, oh, she's so perfect.

Well-behaved, smart, beautiful.

The princess of the family.

Beauty rules over everything.

If you have beauty, who cares about behaviour?

If you have beauty and the looks,

Who cares about report cards or grades?

I'm left to my own devices,

Twenty-four seven.

Nobody takes notice of me, after all,

I'm just a wallpaper on the wall.

Author's Note

Double standards. They rule my life. My sister gets away with everything, whereas my parents pick on every little thing I do wrong. But I'm just copying from my sister, she's the only role model in this house. Is it so wrong for me to be doing what she's doing?