One could do no right; One could do no wrong.
Mom assigned the roles; Dad agreed on parts.
They both knew their lines; Angel and Demon.
Triangled siblings; equidistant truth.
Angel goes on stage; plays to the rapt house.
Flowers, cheers, and praise; ‘Bravo! Well done, child.’
Demon goes on next; but forgets her wail.
Never gets it right; always doomed to fail.
‘Try harder,’ Mom says; ‘You make me look bad’.
Demon asks to switch; shocked Mom spits, enraged.
Angel points and sneers; you will never be me.
Forever entwined; the foil for the spoiled.
At last, Demon flees; unmasked, she feels strange.
What is this feeling? Is this self-esteem?
Angel’s thoughts disturb him; Don’t they all love me?
Where’s my attention? Must be Demon’s fault.
Mom dies, Angel there; Demon breathes relief.
Dad dies, Angel there; Demon breathes relief.
Angel cries, ‘Where were you?’ Demon stands straight.
I was always here; you never knew me.