A/N: I know that this is kind of bad. It didn't feel right trying to rhyme most of the words in this, so it ended up as a major free form. I definately think I could use some helpful suggestions on this. Thanks.
She had a life before me.
One I could never know.
She's changed who she is for me,
but sister still sees the old
Sister knows the life before me
if only but a part
I only see the weights and chains
anchoring the new
Our mothers are different people.
Both inside of one.
She prosecutes my only
and I defend her enemy
We've created a wall between us.
One that won't come down
and sister is all the more bitter
mother won't cross to her side
Sometimes I wonder what it is like
to have an older sister
One that doesn't hate you;
One that doesn't resent you
She's built a wall between us
although I have let go
She still grasps and pulls the chains
of a mother that is no more.