My Eternal Frenemy

My stupid sister

So angry with her

Snake-like, a pest, to hell with her

So slandered and sorrowful, furious with her

What did I do, I ask myself

I'm so confused, with no regrets

She judges me, no sympathy

My consternation

What rules have I bent?

A laugh, a horrible guffaw

Of a thing so cruel

How could I've not seen

The devil in disguise

When he was right in front of me

A possession of her eyes, her words, my enemy

A flower on the outside

That pesky little pig

That pestilent and pompous, voracious little kid

I remember all the times when I saw you all alone

It brings me goosebumps of terror, and bile-rise up my throat

Out of torment, and fear

The evil Queen is here

A sudden epiphany

Of who you came to be

Oh how I long for how it used to be

A game of jests, innocent bliss, Felicity

Why did it come to this

For change is not so without a few broken hearts

But by and by, a taste of Life's nasty wit

God has placed me here for a reason

What could it be

A competition of best fit

I will not have it

So let's settle our differences

And bury our past

And while we are here

Let's make it last

As fortunate as we may be

Let's build a tree of respect

A symbol of kindness, to self-reflect

Let this tree be our talisman

That guides us till the end

A love of two sisters

Easy to comprehend

Bound by magic so strong

In the branches of a tree

That I've known for so long

And now my time is here

And now my time has come

So bury me under this tree

With my sister, my eternal frenemy.

Author's Note: I wrote this poem after fighting with my (obnoxious at the time) sister @whothehellcares, cuz I was angry, but a lot of the things I said here are not real, they're all made up. Now, when I come back to this, I'm still surprised by what I find, and it just makes me think "I wrote this?", because I know that if I didn't feel angry at the time, I wouldn't have been able to write it. So, some advice I'd like to give to any starting writer is to jot down your emotions, especially when they are strong, because I can assure you, you will make a masterpiece out of it.