You're Not My Sister
You say you’re my sister
But all you do is yell, degrade, and hit.
You say you’re my sister
But yet you say you don’t care.
Sometimes I wish that the past
Was here again.
Sometimes I wish that
I had already ended my life.
Yet, I know that
I should not do that.
Not yet at least.
Not until I see
My best friends wedding.
poem by Michelle Dickson
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