Eli Rowntree/Poem

''Youngest child... ''

''I don't care. ''

''They say I'm weird... ''

''I don't care. ''

''Who minds whether or not they make a difference? ''

''Not me. ''

''I just want this to end already. ''

''I want things to go back to the way they were. ''

Clinging to my sister like a security blanket 

Earning mediocre grades 

Making halfhearted use of unremarkable talents 

I miss the days of not wondering who'd die next

And at whose hands - No- 

''I want to be left alone. ''

And if I have to break my sister's heart to get that 

Then so be it.