The Youngest One

Just because I am the youngest,

I am expected to live up to my sibling's success, 

My life is built around the expectations they set. 

Being the youngest in the family doesn't mean that I'm the spoilt brat, 

Doesn't mean that I can't do anything,

Doesn't mean I don't have any emotions, 

Doesn't mean I don't get hurt. 

It's just that I don't want to show my emotions, 

I don't want to share my problems with anyone,

I don't want you to know what I am going through,

But clearly my silence doesn't mean I'm the happiest person. 

Why am I the only one who doesn't have freedom? 

Why do I get all the hand me downs? 

Why do I have to be yelled at all the time? 

I have a voice, a voice that is loud enough, 

A voice that is deeply hurt, a voice which no one has ever heard.

Just like a book cannot be judged by its cover, a bright smile doesn't always mean you are happy.