Apathy

I was first-born
My brother was not
I strove to be perfect
And, oh, how we fought

Where he was reckless
I was quite prudent
He was always in trouble
Yet I an A student

I am five years his senior
He’s just like our father
They’re two peas in a pod
I don’t even bother

Differing views, so extreme
Stopped us talking long ago
We never agreed on anything
The last time we spoke, I do not know

My family is quite
The epitome of dysfunction
So I go my own way
Without any compunction

I have several friends
Who are closer than kin
But I’m truly a loner
Fueled from within

“Comparison is a death knell to sibling harmony.” ~ Elizabeth Fishel

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