Ignored
We all feel this way at some point.
Ever since boys came along
I've been harder to see
my interests have changed
but a boy doesn't change me
yes I'm a different person
but that doesn't mean
you ignore your oldest
and let your younger one gleam
I didn't get distant
that was all you
I'm going off to college
now what will you do?
no one to watch my sister,
no one to see her cry
she understands what's going on
but she doesn't want to say goodbye
yet you ignore me
because I'm the oldest one
would it have been different
if I were your son?
About the Creator
Dana Sheridan
Hi. My Name is Dana and I am 18. I love writing. I mainly enjoy writing things that are emotionally strong and so I tend to lean more towards Poetry. I post most of my poems on Wattpad or instagram but I wanted to do more with it.
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