I always wanted my own room.

I used to have one, until
it was taken by a little beast
disguised a baby sister.

I always wanted to paint my walls yellow.
But the high-pitched whine
begging for blue
won the heart of my mother.

I always wanted the bottom bunk
I argued that I was older,
she argued that she was younger.
In the end her cuteness won.

I always wanted the most attention.
I cried and cried
that always worked for her,
but in the end my tears betrayed me.

I always wanted to be faster than her.
How could she win the race?
She's two years younger!
Some things I just didn't understand.

I always wanted my own room,
but I got a sister instead.