Whenever I see them together

A joy fills my heart,

he is happy.

I see fulfillment,

a promise made to me long ago,

passed down,

the promise to love me.

Whenever I see them together,

A joy fills my heart,

and a question fills my mind,

"Why not me?".

I see what I could've had,

what was was stolen from me,

what I long for,

the love and favor of our mother.

Known now by many names I am

The glass child,

The responsible older sister,

The miserable daughter,

The overachiever.

Before he came I was

Princess,

Sweetheart,

The favorite.

His difference made him matter more,

made me matter less,

but

at least one of use gets to be loved,

completely,

unconditionally,

without effort.