failure

how could i ever feel proud of myself when all she does is compare me to my younger sister?

her words, sharp and unyielding, cut deep into my soul,

leaving scars that whisper of inadequacy,

of never being enough.

i watch as she showers praise upon my sister,

her eyes filled with pride and warmth,

while i stand in the shadows,

craving a fraction of that affection.

each comparison is a reminder

of the battles i have fought alone,

the achievements overlooked,

the love withheld.

i long to break free from this cycle,

to find my own worth,

to stand tall in my own light,

but her voice echoes in my mind, holding me back.

how could i ever feel proud of myself

when the person who should lift me up

is the one who constantly pushes me down?