in the end its my fault
for believing
you could be something you're not
I had an idealized view
that sisters helped each other
supported each other
told secrets and truths
had each other's best interest
had each other's back
but it was a fantasy
I see that now
you are so busy pushing
everyone away
so you get your way
get your money
you don't care who you hurt
throw tantrums
act like a child
mean spirited
rude and selfish
resentful and insecure and jealous
there is no love there
there never was
so no love lost
it's my fault
I see that now
for ever believing
in the fantasy
that you could be
a loving sister
(c)2021 by Catherine Elder
