Author: Dreamer Thinker PM
Treating someone as a sister figure, and the consequent crack in my heart.Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst - Words: 252 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 02-24-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2893963
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Just a little vulnerability, just a little hole,
And a sister figure enters right into my soul.
It starts with just a crack in my heart,
Expanding till it fully tears me apart.
It starts with just a simple feeling
Of having someone to look up to when I'm healing.
It starts with just a simple sense of dependence,
A belief that someone would care when I end up in a mess.
And then I land myself in trouble and I yelp,
My heart swells with hope when I ask my "sister" for help.
She turns her back on me, she walks away.
She has no time to listen to what I have to say.
She has her own life; she is tired, sad, and/or busy.
For her, ignoring me and my problems is really easy.
Now you see how I always end up getting hurt,
Lips trembling, tears flooding, my tender world blurred.
And then I pick myself back up and fight on my own.
I don't need a fake sister; I can make it all alone.
I lack a sister, but I have a wonderful family-
People who actually love and care about me.
I am back on my feet, and I'm getting my smile back.
This armor is impenetrable, this time I won't let it crack.
A/N: you can't imagine how much pain I was in when I wrote this. But now I feel more confident, I feel a whole lot better.