01.02.21
Okay I'm jealous, how childish is that?
I'm jealous that my siblings have everything.
I'm jealous that they get to be kids
and they get all the attention.
I feel dumb for even saying this,
but sometimes I just get so full of resentment
and jealousy.
They get the life I wished so hard for
and now all I can remember is how empty I felt.
How empty I feel now.
It's painful seeing them get all the attention
while I fade into the background.
It's become more apparent now that I'm lonely,
I have no one here with me.
I gave up the best friends I could ever have, because I couldn't risk it.
I can't talk to anyone else because they won't get it.
I'm depressed,
but they don't see it.
Focusing on their other kids,
so they don't turn out like me.
Traumatized children make traumatized adults,
damaged and broken,
full of anger and resentment.
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