my sister.
she's gorgeous.she has a boyfriend of a year and a half that loves her more than anyone could ever love someone. she has straight A's. she has a perfect smile. she is just, perfect. then there is me... i never, ever hear from anyone that i am better than her. i heard it once in my life from a guy that i'm still in love with since last summer. one person my whole life, i'm 14. every guy druels over her. they'll never know she hurts me and calls me ugly every day. my mom knows, but will never do anything about it. i'm left here with the bruises, you sit there and just keep on doing it. i try to think i'm not ugly, but since you tell me i am everyday, i will never think i'm prettier than you. i know sisters fight, but not as brutal as she does.she is judgemental of every guy i go out with,and has something to say about everything in my life.
i hate having her as a sister, i hate having to live in her shadow. i hate having to be only a year and six months apart. i get criticized every day cause of her. "you sister is gorgeous, i want to look like her,
she's perfect!" so everyone,tell me why you think she's perfect. cause she isn't, at all. the pretty outside covers the disgusting truth.i love you sister, but i hate you;
at the same time.«