#youngest daughter

[ab-cedario]

having an older sister is so crazy because i adore you but you’re so mean to me it makes me cry. i want to be just like you but i hate being compared to you. i want to tell you everything about me but i’m so scared you’ll judge me. everything is fine and then we argue and suddenly i’m five and you’re refusing to play dolls with me. i love you more than anyone in the world but i hate you so much. you are the only reason i have any confidence. you ruined my self esteem. i can’t feel pretty unless you compliment me. i wish i was as pretty as you. you are the easiest person to love. i still cry over what you said three years ago. you are half of my soul. all i want is for you to see me. i want you to think i’m as cool as you. you understand me without words. you don’t get me. i wish we were friends. i’d rather die than fight with you. we fight every day. i wish you loved me as much as i love you. nobody will ever love me like you do. you make me hate myself sometimes. i decided to play soccer because you played it too. i would follow you anywhere. you’re the first person i ever tell anything. i wish you would confide in me. you make me feel so lonely. i listen to that song you showed me every day. you make me so angry it makes me punch a wall. when you hug me i cry because i love you so much. i have never hated anyone like i hate you. i would die for you. i don’t think i’d survive without you. please love me as much as i love you

[satosugarr]

For My Mother, I love you but i do not like you.

For my mother, I love you but i do not like you. You created me, you made me into what i am. I am simply a mirror of you which is exactly the thing tried so hard not to be. I tried to erase every part of you from myself and yet I have still become you. My anger is yours, I hate my father for what he did to you. I hate myself for the words that spill to you when I am blinded by rage. My tears are yours, they belong to you. The tears I cry for what you’ve done are the same tears I use to mourn you, to mourn what you were and what you could’ve been. I mourn for your childhood that was ripped away when you were most definitely too young, all the while mourning myself for you doing the same to me. You tried your hardest not to, but in your own way you have imparted the very same curse your mother had put onto you. You ruined me and made me in the same brush stroke. I cry for the hatred you have instilled in me towards my own father. It was easy for you to make me hate him, because it was easy to see the wounds and scars he had given me. His hate for me came quick and rough, easily seen at the time, but the hate you showed me could not be seen in an instant. You did not cut me but poisoned me, fated me to die in a slow way, a way that i could not see until it was too late to fix, but i see it now. I both hate you and love you for all you’ve done at the same time. I cannot fix what has happened to you no matter how hard i try, i wish for you to heal from what you refuse to speak about. I realise the reason i am so forgiving towards you is because of all that you’ve been through, but now the scales have fallen from my eyes and i know now that these are not excuses but explanations. I pray that my daughter will not fall victim to the same curse that has run through the woman in our family for too many generations to count. I pray I will not turn her into what I have become. I mourn for you, I mourn for me, and I mourn for my future. I hope to one day truly forgive you for all the pain you’ve caused. I hope to one day be able to truly hold a conversation with you without being afraid you’ll say something you can’t take back. I hope one day we can say “I love you” to each other and truly mean it, but for now, I love you but I do not like you.

[yemmuisworld]

youngest daughter (emotionally neglected and pressured to be outgoing and confident)

[187um-killa-trill]

Superheaven - Youngest Daughter

[cup-noodle]

having older siblings is so weird cause sooner or later you find yourself missing even the things you thought you hated about them.

one day you're fighting over who gets the tv in the evening and before you know it you want nothing more than for someone to be there to fight you for it but she's half a continent away and you're just sitting there. the remote is in your hand but it doesn't even matter.

there's no screaming about who gets to shower first. it's you. it's always you now. you realise you didn't mind the waiting all that much. or the screaming.

you open your socks drawer and all your socks are there. no one has stolen them in months. you wish some of your socks were missing.

[danityrose]

Eldest daughter this , eldest daughter that .

Youngest daughter ka kya !?

[viivi5]

“My father and I are more alike than

I'd care to admit, and whenever I feel

Pure rage, I know I am my father's daughter.”

- Franz Kafka, from letters to his father

[peppermintsandbones5]

Any other youngest daughters here that relate to like, all of the posts that are supposed to be about oldest daughters? Or is it just me?

[ab-cedario]

having a sister is so crazy because you are half my soul, but also like who even are you? i wish we were friends, but we’re just sisters. do you know me, or are you just stuck in the version of me i was 5 years ago? do you want to know me? how is it that i was born knowing you, yet you’re a stranger? do you think about me when you’re away? we shared a room so many years, and now i don’t know how to sleep alone. does it keep you awake, the silence? do you ever think about the empty twin bed you’ve left behind? i am so lonely without you, but i was lonely with you too. you’ve made my heart a bitter bruised thing. and still it longs for your love and your acceptance and whichever scrap of kindness you’ll give me. you can hurt me so many times but i’ll always be the little girl who just wanted to play with you. my sister. you who holds a power over me no one else ever will. my favorite stranger

[veryveryberry]

oldest daughter this younger daughter this

what about the only daughter? the one who’s forced to put up with her brother’s physicality, the one cursed to hold her fathers anger. the one whos her fathers favorite, despite rarely having a heart to heart.

[thefictionalgirl]

The youngest daughter

You heard about me a lot,

She mentions me all the time,

They mention me all the time,

How she had to protect me

from the problems I've never caused.

You heard about me right?

But what do you know?

The lazy and unreliable one

in every story?

That's only natural for you to believe,

Because you know I believe that too.

The one who is admired,

The one who is loved.

And the one who doesn't care,

never try to be enough.

One who's "too much"

all the damn time.

And I know you heard about me,

And I know you heard,

How I spend a lot,

Someone your blood and flesh,

gets not as much as you thought.

Mom favours her,

Dad loves her the best,

She does whatever she wants,

a luxurious nest.

You practically heard this a lot, what I'm going to tell you,

Listen to me even though you know–

They sacrificed a lot, for building her life,

She did nothing, but she's the one at the edge of a knife.

Uncivilised, uncompromising and not so nice

No matter who becomes a virtue, she's always the vice.

The oldest's anger and dissatisfaction,

maybe not always it's the case,

But whenever the question is raised,

"They love you the most, they treat you the best"

Arrogant, rebellious and the unpleasant,

She gets that alot, that's how you describe the youngest.

And for whom, parents never cared about you,

And for whom, you had to refuse the last piece of cake.

For whom, you had to give up on your room,

For whom, you'll not be praised even for how much you make.

And you try, to go back on words, to change the fate,

because of the little girl, you want to, but you cannot hate.

And I guess y'all know about these,

The cat, the mouse and the piece of cheese.

And the cat leaves and moves out,

The mouse didn't know how to cope up,

So that's why she always shouts.

But then, how about reading some things unknown ?

What happens to the girl, why doesn't she smile anymore? Why does she always frown?

Did she have to take the responsibility of always being good?

She didn't need to be compared, she didn't need to be called rude.

You were busy complimenting the comparison,

An Individual, who was never known and given a reason.

Good or bad, she never wanted them,

You all made her the antagonist here who loves to complain.

And with the tag of being spoiled one,

she became the alter ego of yours,

The princess with a large mansion

And who never endures.

Someday you leave,

Making her all alone,

She never cries,

She has now grown.

It's the best, cause you never want to see

The teenage self in her eyes again,

Where everything is immature- love, happiness or pain.

She never had the idea of how the world works, right?

She said, "no I'm fine" whenever you charged her,

But the question in her eyes didn't surrender.

Hopeful- she wanted you to try a bit more,

"She never shares, she just knows how to close the door"

You wanted to be a teacher, punish for her mistakes.

She just wanted a sister to share her aches.

Hard or soft, whatever the feelings were,

She just never trusted you again,

And why would she do it?

You became a traitor

You never took the share of her pain.

And where were you, when she was on her knees,

Praying to make it all stop?

You were not there when she got home.

You were not there when she was trying to build her rome.

She never blamed you for choosing your happiness.

But why's that different when it comes to her?

Why can't you all see

That she too has a lot of scars?

To have nothing,

It must be hard, it must be bad,

But I had you,

Then why have I always felt sad?

I cannot describe the mixed feelings,

Maybe this all happened because of us.

I love you more than my life,

I cried a lot, weren't my eyes enough obvious?

I was not a criminal, nor you were,

We could have made it better, I swear.

But you never ever tried,

And I always denied.

You left the room, you left me alone,

Now you ask me about my feelings? Why have I never shown?

Was it so easy for you to abandon everything?

I know it's not bad, but why can't I do nothing?

TELL ME TELL ME I WANT TO KNOW,

don't you know that this crappy delinquent always feels so low?

After all this time,

After screaming for so long,

You hear the depth of my voice,

What about my continuous melancholic song?

Can't you see it falling from my eyes?

Can't you see I'm tired of tossing the dice?

Constantly hoping to earn a six,

I'll pick the pieces up in order to fix.

I refuse to believe in cracks,

I will try, I'll try to give what it lacks,

But you can never give me back, the years I spent yearning in vain,

Even if you try to have a conversation with stories from the memory lane.

Distanced soul,

Unattached roles

How do you think it happened?

How do you know it's not for the best?

Because that's way she became her,

That's way of the youngest.

✒mystica

[writtenroses1813]

To all the younger siblings, was anyone else bullied by everyone around you for your age??? Like the presumed assumption that you were annoying and a “tattletale” even before you said a word just because you’re younger? The excuses that only people of a certain age could partake in games? The way your siblings did it too, or just stood there and watched you take it??

But you can’t say anything because your parents won’t choose one child over the other. And it’s not like siblings can bully each other, right? They’re just bickering, like all siblings do.

Right?

[heir-of-selene]

Cheers to the youngest siblings who had to keep their feelings to themselves because obviously since they’re a child they don’t know anything about the real burdens of life and here’s to the the younger siblings who had their feelings invalidated by their older siblings because “they’re the youngest so they get to have it easier”

[xx-cherry-cola-xx]

Certified Bitchy Youngest Child™

[eighty2-moons]

‘we don’t like to talk’

my mother tells me

and i tell her we were made to talk

i tell her that i

read once that what sets humans apart is our communication;

our ability to talk about anything and everything,

to seek out a wider world and to crave conversation,

words ideas noise

the world is full of noise

and sometimes it’s too much for

me

and my mother

we don’t talk

atleast not about what matters

i have conversations in my head

where i heal myself

with myself

i soothe myself

and i say everything i would like to hear

until the point that conversation with anyone

except my conscience

is redundant

i imagine my mother doing this once

or twice

or every day of her life

when she got on a plane at the age of 15 and traveled alone to a foreign nation

an alien,

at the mercy of teenage girls with white skin,

children of colonizers and rascists

i imagine her, with her wide glasses and patterned skirts

finding herself in a cruel world

finding herself without a mother,

without family,

without conversation,

alone

alone

alone

I am not alone

but survival instincts

rarely dissipate

do they ?

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any feedback is appreciated!!