I am the first born
I’m worn out and scorned out
Bearing the weight of all expectations
The weight of a family on my shoulders
The world looks different when you’re born on the top
Well maybe not the tippy top
But a top of sorts
Experiencing it all first is both a pleasure and a curse
You have all the questions
But little help
Everyone thinks you always “know better”
But don’t always do
Sometimes you do
But you just don’t want to
And the things you didn’t
Well, they can haunt you
Some of the things you always wanted
Are later flaunted by those younger
As your parents grow up
Into the parents you always wanted
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Nice work Atomic. Fun, thoughtful and philosophical. There’s only my older sister and I so I’m not sure if this occurred in our family.
I am the youngest, so can't say I relate. I can only imagine. Well said.
Well said! It's too much to bear and none to hear.
Every child has their burden to bear.
I am #4 of seven, I had the same exact problem described here. Ungrateful younger ones who nothing is ever enough. Now they have all that was never my lot and they do flaunt it. I so identify with this poem.