Rival

You are my friend, my family, and my little sister I never thought one day that I'll give your name a twister. I remember when it was and how it had began You'd shown me a drawing excitedly and I had tasted sand. Asked me if it was good enough and what I thought of it I thought it was done exquisitely and felt my eyebrows knit. We had always been sketching, ever since I could remember And yet I never once did think that you would become the better. I did not know what the feeling was until a few days after When you handed me another picture and the air rang with your laughter. You were so happy and so proud, and I very pleased with you too But somewhere deep inside unsatisfaction started to brew. It was moments later when I declared a war "From now on you are my rival, and I won't let you pass by far!" But you only shook your head and said that I was weird That kind of apathetic reaction was worse than I had feared. Nonetheless I stood my ground, although sometimes it kills Because you'd made me recognise your given artistic skills.