Artist.

Before

After

I envy the artist in my school, not the popular kids or skinny pretty girls.
It's like no matter how hard they have it in the school they always have a place to escape to in the safety of the art room.
I envy my sisters style, and her out of the box friends talent.
I envy the fact that they will one day be famous, or at least happy and I will be running around a lab or hospital somewhere and just blend in with the hundreds of other nurses and receptionist.
How is it possible for someone to take a picture and it look so beautiful, but when I take the same one it looks like crap?
In my world, the artsy position has already been taken.
My sister gets praise over her various works of art, which she deserves because it is amazing.
And people gloat about how great her personal style is and how she is so cute all the time, which she also has and is.
And what do I get?
Nothing, I can't even brag about high grades, beautiful pieces of art.
Hell I wanted to write at one point in my life, but I am not good at that.
When people ask what I want to do when I get older I simply say I want to find the cure to AIDS.
They laugh because they know it's not true.
I laugh because I know all I want to do when I get older is be like her.
Sad how a younger sibling goes all their life trying to declare their differences from their sibling and then gets a little older and realizes they want nothing more but to be like them.
As liked as they are.
s stylish as they are.
As praised over as they are.
As successful as everyone knows they are going to be.