Originally Posted by Diablo
quick key. nothing much
You fucking suck.
I was always your least favourite. You would never admit it
Favorite now. Here I am spitting?
but I saw how you treated the rest of my siblings.
I guess I was different. Course. Now you know. Yet you ask for more. Why? The reveal was new to you. A peacock Plumes. Is it Freudian. As Buddha who was also(perhaps) The middle child. Bottom bunk of the bed
never fulfilling the heights my older brother had set.
Yes and Disciple now knows as oldest they've.....
(let's just say praps they've monetized their talents...)
The youngsters. Relationships. A decade. A mortgate. My sister lives in a housing market second only to San Fransisco, which Spitz or B_T can give you all the variables on WHY, politics, economics, No. No fuck their cunts. Hard. As said, Zygote is still up on short-term trends....while he PMs Answer's deaf spreadsheet for Bell Curve and other longterm Statistical Analysis....Which never would even be needed here if not for Freaks and Anomolies. I'd aassure you ALLLLLLLLL U KNOW WHAT FRANK
#1 ALL TIME GOT TIED WITH LARS AND NOT FUCKFACE DIRECTOR SHIT (U LIKE THIS UNI YEAH U LOVE IT LOL)
#1 ALL TIME TIED WITH LARS IS JESODIST AND JESOSIST WILL NEVER BE FUCKING TOUCHED EVER U IDIOTS WHY DO YOU THINK PPL ALLOWED THE PSAM OF OUR SYPHERS OBSERVE, SAINT YOU FUCKING BORED BITCH SPIT ME AND JESO BATTLING TO INFINITY WHILE AJ CANT EVEN ACCESS IT................................................ ....................editor ego has become enraged and will edit fucking finisht shit shit later LARS Jesodist fucking owns everything in the world of writing oVer his LAME BUDDHA WHO COULDNT EVEN BREAK A TIE WITH DRUGHEAD FUCKFACE RETIREMENT WISE
The younger one slept in his own room, you never gave a thought
to decorating all of our room with freshly painted walls.
You let them play with balls in the house and fight on the rug,
They used to get away with more than I ever could.
I tried being goody two-shoes, but even those had been second hand
guess following right in his footsteps is as close as I’ll get to that.
While Golden boy gets the laughs, it’s like you aren’t aware I exist
people forget it completely unless they’re looking to compare me to him.
It’s so unfair how my little brother gets what’s he wants
yet I’m the one called a big baby when I tell you it’s wrong
I’ve never been one to ask for much because I know I won’t get it
so I lowered my expectations to help me cope with rejection.
There’s no use pretending you love us half as much the same
even the candles on my cake were reused from the last one that you made.
I was an after thought.
A change of mind.
You took another go
when you had another baby so the first wouldn’t be alone.
You say you love me but you don’t care. I see it in your eyes
hear it in the lies when im put to bed and you sneer at me “Goodnight,”
It’s clear who your divided attention is on, my big brother Austin
must have mixed up your offspring again, cause I don’t even like cinnamon frosting.
This must be one of those days where a full house feels like an empty room
I’ve got a lot of gifts, but all I wanted in the present sense is…
You pretended to care, but only cared what the others thought
shoved me in a corner like something unimportant and barely looked at me at all.
Your other sons were more academic, heads buried in the back of a book,
I was just as good at sports — but that never mattered as much.
I’ve lived in the shadow my brother created ever since
playing second fiddle in a band of brothers upstaged by next of kin.
I hated every minute. I have since the day I was born
In my high chair I learned my place at the table before I was able to crawl.
It’s my birthday and you’ve ordered the cheapest cake on the shelf
paid someone else for the hassle of having to make one yourself.
They layered a velvet sponge no one likes to dress it up as something new
and covered up the truth just like my mother used to do.
Underneath the boutique exterior, at the heart of the cake you’ll
expose how dark and distasteful or hardened it makes you.
No matter how marbled the layers used, there’s still some margin between
I’m starting to see now that, after all, we are what we eat.
No party’s complete without its cake.
We’re family but none of you are friends.
honestly it’s better that you’re not here.
I don’t blame you for not wanting to attend.
It’s probably for the best.
You can stop with the pretence,
I wasn’t that offended anyway, just glad your empty promises were kept.
I stop for a deep breath to inhale through the nostrils fill my chest
I take a minute to make a wish… that every last fucking one of you were dead.
Happy birthday to me.
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