Always compared.

Always criticized.

Always the bad seed.

Always the second.

There's not an ounce of leftover love that was given to me.

Why?

It's because I was born different.

I wasn't blessed by the Heavens.

Always seen as the villain that will bring my sister unwanted misfortune.

As if my life wasn't a misfortune enough.

Luckily for them, I grew up tired.

Tired for doing my best.

Tired for seeking attention.

Tired for being unseen.

I'm gonna change that.

I'm gonna be the person they wanted me to be.

Let's see how they'll like that.