Sixteen years ago, you came into my life

A loud, obnoxious being that stole my time with my mother,

And I resented you for that…for all of three months

I wonder what you, a small, fragile girl, think about me.

What you, a loud, obnoxious, brash, house mouse of a girl…

Think about your insecure, bossy, obsessive, confidence-lacking older sister.

You, who are so pure, so unknowing to the world around you.

With the friends that you are so quick to make, and the abundance

Of nights and days, you wouldn’t be home while being out with them

Then in your room for weeks later, recharging your batteries.

You, who uses white and black keys to sing songs only your heart knows

But has anxieties that makes it almost impossible to sing out loud.

You, who are so easy to trust when I have such a hard time

You, who offered to mediate a dispute between friends

Even though that same friend used you out of spite

You, whose laughter knows no bounds and cannot be contained

Whether that be your lungs or the walls of your bedroom

You, who introduced me to the world of Anime and the Nintendo Switch

And has let me rant and rave about those things after hyper-fixating on them

For months on end, without so much as a sigh

You, my sixteen-year-old younger sister, who is great company,

Who is young, immature, funny, quick, and more brilliant than I will ever be…

And I resented you for that