Sunshine

This is a true poem thing. My sister used to be this way but she changed thank goodness.

My life is not

a ball of sunshine.

It never is.

My parents

fight with my sister

everyday.

It's gotten to

you can't get

away.

Everyone that went

to my house knows...

My sister

goes and lets them

see her room;

and keeps them away

from me.

She keeps them

from seeing why

they are here

in the first place....

to play with me.

My sister steals them away.

Don't say she doesn't because

I watch her

take them one step closer

to her side.

I cry after she takes them away.

Author's Note

ignore grammar and spelling problems,

Reviews

[Raeanne]

Such pain....I'm sorry your sister is that way. BUt glad she's gotten better. I like the way you write your deep emotions into the poem. Nice job!