My world is darkness,
drowned in the shadow
that is cast by the great one.

Her glory is radiant,
like the sun that shines,
and all admire her talents.

But the sun Is hot,
it blinds,
burns
and withers the rainless land.

I am that withered plain,
blind to the goodness of the world,
skin blistering in shame and exile.
But my salty tears
only damage the land further.

How can I live in darkness
and still be abused by the sun?
Everywhere I go,
everyone I see,
is just a reminder
that the great one's splendor
reaches far and wide.

There is no escaping the fact
that I am the lesser one,
the one that everyone thinks
shall grow to be the twin
of the brilliant star.

But I will not.
I will be me.
I have my own special talents.

While the great one draws and paints
the delicate colors of butterfly wings
and blossoming flowers,
I create the canvas she paints on.

While the great one sings
soft lullabies
to frightened children,
I slow to appreciate
the beautiful majesty
of the misunderstood darkness
that scares them.

Why can't they see?
Why must I be defined
by the grandeur
of the gleaming sun?

Why can't I be me.
a separate being
with separate thoughts
and separate talents.

Why must I live
in the shadow of the great one?