They always say we’re spoiled
We have it the best
We get everything we want
And sure, growing up it may have felt that way
But we slowly stop hearing it as we get older

We’re the ones that get left behind
That have to figure it out after your gone
We become the parent to our parents
We stay in the small town
We hear people ask how dad is after the accident
We worry about making sure they aren’t lonely
We ask them “have you heard from her lately”
“Only a text goodnight”
We get the least amount of family time
The older siblings go off,
They set the example
Start living they’re own

And I’m still here
Too afraid to say goodbye
Too afraid to be the one they remember saying goodbye
Afraid they will have expected more
Afraid I’ll be the only one to show up to the old folks home
Afraid I’ll be the last one standing
With no one to lean on