My siblings count five

I wish it were a dream

Three brothers, two sisters

Not as fun as it may seem

The oldest boy

Is not very right

His mind is different

It’s an internal fight

The girl after him

Has issues as well

She doesn’t do “kind”

And gives everyone hell

The next little girl

Has had it so hard

The two siblings before

Have left her so scarred

The two smallest boys

Are still growing so mean

But with their daddy away

I thought they’d be clean

I am the oldest

The most broken of us all

Nothing about me is right

And eventually I’ll fall

We break each other down

We fight everyday

Our lives aren’t perfect

And we hate it this way

It’s sort of expected

That the boys will be rough

It’s taught us girls

That we need to be tough

We’ve been trying to change

But we have so much to learn

Our parents are trying too

But our efforts all burn

Maybe one day it’ll change

And our days will be brighter

But I don’t know the future

I’m just a simple writer