Sisters
Sisters
She gives me my hairbrush,
And laughs weirdly when I dress.
She copies everything I do
And cries when I'm depressed.
She calls me funny names
And scorns everything I say
Yet, she cuddles in my arms
At the very end of the day.
She refuses to sleep next to me
And calls my room her own.
But if you speak a word against me
Beware, face her on your own.
She looks up to me for everything,
And asks me for advice.
She grumbles and complains and teases
But actually, she's kind of nice.
Who knows why God created
The weird things called sisters?
Yes, bizarre, annoying, babyish and crying;
But heaven compared to little misters!