Sister, I did not pick you
You stay in my life when I don't ask
I have spent more time with you than any of my friends
You can observe my every mood
You see my public and private life
All my pretenses, all my lies, all my faking, all my crying, all of my work, all or my words
But do you know my heart or my motives or my thoughts?
Do you know what makes my heart cry out in pain?
No, but then again I never told you.
What ties us together?
Our blood, all our childhood time spent together, our unending love for each other, or the hopes and wishes of our parents?
