The Youngest

Brought up the first but always the last,

smiling widely as the days pass,

no one sees they are as fragile as glass.

For years they expected so much,

and yet their best wasnt enough

they turned their pain into ink and paper,

hoping to earn a parents favor.

The youngest first?

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