Being The Eldest Child
Being the eldest child, so much is expected,
You always feel alone, put aside, neglected.
The others get so much more attention,
When you appear through the darkness you are treated with apprehension.
They look, they stare as you sit in silence,
They get on with life in your absence.
You enjoy the quiet and enjoy the dark,
You are liking the neglection you have lost your spark.
You no longer feel happy and fun and loving.