The love can’t be shared. Why would she love me anyway?

There are two sheep in the family.
She is white as snow; pure, favored.
I am the black sheep; ignored and rejected.

I can’t measure up, and never will be able to.
She claimed the title “Favorite” even when she wouldn’t admit it.

She got the straight A’s. I got the A minuses.
She played by their book. I rewrote some of it.
She never caused her trouble. I am her troubles.
She is the cherished. I am the garbage.

Why can’t she see me the same?
Is she as done with me as she tells me she is?
Am I as worthless as she makes me believe?
Is it true that I am I only worth the rocks on the ground?

Would she notice if I walked away and never returned?
Or would that action only cause the reaction of happiness?
Everything in motion stays in motion. I remain in my corner, alone. I take one step, I get pushed back two.
Physics sucks.

Let me cry my tears. Let me bask in my sadness. Let me wish I disappeared.

Let me wish you could love me the way you love her.