To Know What it is like to be from Oldest Child

The one that made many first discoveries,
But certainly not the last.
I’ve been the fuel, the mold
The one that is looked up to
The answer of all things
My life, they say, is perfect.
The everything they wish for.
But in reality, there is no perfection
All there is: almost, close, WRONG!
There is too much too worry about:
school, work, money, and me
They are the lucky ones,
No worries, no care
They are my wishes and dream.

True we are different
And live different lives.
We want to trade life styles
We want something else
But that is what completes us
A lessen I learned.

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