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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