Literature
A poem, by Wendy O. Koopa
Daddy’s little girl…
Wanted nothing less than the world.
Heh. If only they knew…
What was the truth.
Why can’t things be the way they were before?
When I was the favourite?
And not that…
…That brat?
I get so angry,
That he gets what I deserve.
Ever since that runt entered the family,
I’m happy if Daddy even remembers my name.
I used to be the star,
I went so very far,
Got everything I wanted,
Even my own car.
Then he comes along,
Ruins my hard work,
All I want is for him to be…
Gone.