I know you’ve never seen a day
Where you haven’t had to sort through bad
To find the good.
I think I understand.
You seem to have spent hours dreaming,
About how life could have been better-
Than it was to you.
It makes you dreamy.
And I know you think I’m convoluted;
So unlike yourself.
But really we are sisters…
With the same heartaches
We’re stuck in a land of walnuts.
Where the good outweighs the bad.
And even when you hate me…
You know that.