The Golden Child

Here I am.

Supposedly I’m the golden child.

Threw away my sister like she was trash and she’s dead because of it,

But I’m the golden child. I can’t die so easily.

Can’t let go, because

I need to stay around to make the world better.

Better.

Like that’ll ever happen. Better is a distant dream, one for our children’s children’s children.

A lifetime long after my own.

I’m the golden child.

The one who everyone wants to date.

The one who everyone wants to fuck.

The one who gets groped in the halls.

The one who was raped by someone I thought I could trust.

Yep, that’s me.

The golden child.