What seed was planted to make

One youth so filled with blinding hate

Holding hate close so seriously

Too young to be as sad as me

Comparing herself to her sibling

Self worth would grow most challenging

Green girl blends in like fields of clover

Felt like her world was turning over

Pointless attempts to opt to compete

Pretty sister's face went undefeated

Poor child was forced to hang her head

At times would wish her person dead

Contempt in droves was sure to grow

Until she decided to stop it cold

Hates clutch she broke and soon departed

Cleansed anger from her heavy heart

Today no one would ever know

Saga would end explosive Rose

Inspired by a friend JT

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