Sisters

Yes we are sisters, yes we love each other, but will i really miss you when you leave? Yes I will. You treat me like im nothing, and I hate when you lie, I hate when you treat me like shit, and I hate when you act nice to get something. You mean everything to me, but sometimes i wish we werent sisters. With you its like we live two lives. a nice life and a bad life. I cant pretend to be what im not, I cant pretend to be something you want, im me, and i have my own life. When we hangout, its nice, but when you yell and make me go away, i cry and wish you wouldnt be like this. With you its like a rollercoaster. our relationship is up and down, we can never get off, your my sister and your my life. I get told I look like you, I always say no I dont, because hearing that makes me sad, I dont know why that makes me sad but it does. When i give mom attitude, she always says, "I am geting rid of one I dont need another." your my sister, and I love you, your my life, and I want you to stay.