You're Not My Sister

You say you’re my sister
But all you do is yell, degrade, and hit.

You say you’re my sister
But yet you say you don’t care.

Sometimes I wish that the past
Was here again.

Sometimes I wish that
I had already ended my life.

Yet, I know that
I should not do that.

Not yet at least.
Not until I see
My best friends wedding.

poem by Michelle Dickson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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