It's not your fault. You didn't know any better.

They raise one another.

I am a synonym of:

The secrets sisters keep from one another
The invasion of privacy
The wish to control
The doubts in a home
The lies that were meant to be white
The occasional hug
The misplaced anger
The fear of spiraling out of control
The vigorous collapse

A product of your "hush, don't ruin this vacation"

What can I become of this?

Maybe a reminder that your ways were not really the right ones.
It was never your fault, though.
I was never your fault.

Poetry by zana
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Written on 2017-07-24 at 18:03

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Zana, a very good work!

Sounds like sibling rivalry, nicely executed.