Her laughter drowns a story she keeps untold.
Her smile masks a heart that ever grows cold.
Her every step is forward but pulled back in haste.
Her desire is to one day find the courage to say:
“I am sorry I robbed you of that pedestal step;
A first born of correct codes was your bet;
I am sorry I was not correct;
Yes, he would have been so perfect…”
“I will never be worthy of your family crest;
But maybe I can be second best;
I will continue to do what I can to impress;
I hope to make it up to you one day, and nothing less…”