It's Part of Being Sisters, After All

TO MY SISTER, NYAH.

 

You drive me crazy;

I drive you crazy.

It's part of being sisters, after all.

 

Sometimes you hate me;

Sometimes I hate you.

But we still love each other anyways.

 

You are mean to me;

I am mean to you.

It's part of being sisters, after all.

 

You are sweet to me;

I am sweet to you.

But then we're fighting again.

 

We grew up together, and

 As much as we may not always, exactly

Get along, we feel weird when

The other is not around.

It's part of being sisters, after all.

 

We both love music,

We both like being alone;

We both like attention, despite that, and

We both love our little bro.

 

We both also hate being told what to do;

Your favorite word is literally 'No.'

And we both love helping each

Other pick out what to wear.

It's part of being sisters, after all.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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