a poem i wrote sometime last year. let me know what you think about it. biggrin
The Youngest
My mother is the Queen so cold
Filling all with awe so numb
Striking fear with her sharp tongue
Putting fear in everyone
Running down a windowed hall
Trying to outrun them all
My Father is the King so stern
Scolding you for having fun
Sending you straight to your room
Not letting you have any food
Running down a windowed hall
Praying to outrun them all
My brothers are the royal pair
Twins with evil thoughts to spare
Taunting, teasing everyone
Hurting others in their fun
Running down a windowed hall
Running, running, fearing all
My sister holds her head high
High enough to touch the sky
Looking down upon us all
Sneering as we trip and fall
Running down a windowed hall
Not able to outrun them all
I am the youngest
Last in line
Pushed and prodded by those above
Never to be truly love
Running down this windowed hall
Trying to outrun them all
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