I always thought we were the same
but as we grew the differences came
our parents, while the same in name
treated us each with a different aimforlorn, this feeling so strange
knowing we grew up in the same range
mom and dad tried their best
but they couldn't ever give us an even testI bled myself hoping that their expectations would be met
all along you were the only asset
you're like a soaring tree
whose canopy will never let me fleeI became accustomed to inhaling the doubt
forced into the periphery throughout
no two kids have the same parents
the realization is discombobulating and apparent
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Throes of Spring ✔️
Poetry[FEATURED] godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed