betrayed

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