Depressing poem, 1999
Tell me what is it
That's wrong with me?
Why he gets support,
While I cry to thee?
Tell me why is it
That I'm all alone?
Why he gets support
Cos it's "All in your tone!"?
Tell me how it is
That I'm second best?
How he gets it all,
While I get what's left?
Tell me how it's so
That my side's never known?
Why he gets support,
And to the lions I'm thrown?
Depressing poem, 1999
Surprise! Surprise!
I passed the test!
But that doesn't matter
Cos he's still the best.
I am quite smart
So I'm OK.
"Will I get attention, now?"
I pray.
I am quite smart,
But still don't compare.
Not worthy enough
To receive his quality of care.
Depressing poem, 1999
I've beaten them! Triumphed over all!
Who'd have thought it? No-one at all!
Jenny's quite smart? What a surprise!
You'd never have known by those dull green eyes.
Who'd have known she could be like Chris?
Wow, what a shock - she could be like this?!
Fancy that, she's top of the class!
I used to wonder if she'd even pass.
Gee she's done well, such sweet bliss!
How does she compare to her smart brother Chris?
Poem written during class, 1995.
Sitting here, I've finished the test.
I tried so hard, I did my best!
Sitting here, I did not do well.
Sometimes it feels as if I am in hell.
I put in great effort But where does that get me?
An 'A' or a 'B'? No that's not likely.
No wonder I have Little confidence in myself,
I seem to have left it On a lonely shelf.
Some time ago I put it away,
In a dark little corner And there it will stay.
Sitting here, I reflect on long ago.
When 'A's and 'B's Were all I did know.
Back then in my life I had no fears.
But now, inside, I cry unhappy tears.
Whatever I do My brother's done better.
I'm reminded of this In every letter.
I live in his shadow Where the sun doesn't shine.
The praise and pride Will never be mine.
But I'll keep trying To please my Mum,
And hope that one day My time will come.