Born with the hardest task being a daughter,
the eldest one, bearing weight like no other.
The so-called caretaker of everyone near,
but no one's ever truly here to hear.

Carrying the tears that are bound,
yet it rains on her balcony all year round.
The expectation to be perfect,
but an object, is easy to neglect.

Always smiling while taking the whip,
guess it's a mask she always keeps.
Her only wish is to escape,
erasing memories hidden beneath a drape.

Fooling herself all year around,
calls it love, even as she frowns.
As horrendous as it may sound,
it always somehow left her astounded.

Has it ever been easy to rebound?
Born as an asset for everyone around,
so easy to discard nothing newfound.
As foolish as it may sound,

writing is the only way she can drown.
Carrying so many wounds,
the kind that are hard to find.
Thus, she was nothing,
yet everything to everyone around.

She is the eldest daughter, as you sing
"One within winter brings everyone spring,"
She sits in a spot, so easy to swing.

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