The older siblings got their childhoods
But where did our’s go?
Being forced to mature
No accomplishments were new
We weren’t ready to grow up
But they already had, so didn’t we have to?
Stereotypically the “favorite”
But feeling like an afterthought
They left the house so fast
But did they ever think of us
Built lives for themselves
Before we could graduate high school
But what if the roles were reversed
Maybe they would have felt forced to mature too
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