When I was just a child
I trusted what they said
My mother never lied
My father used his head
I played all by myself
Although I had some friends
My toys lay on a shelf
The ones my grandma sends
Until my sister came
She’s filled with so much hate
I learned to run and hide
Or just dissociate

How do we become
So totally different
From the same parents?

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