Why can't I do anything right?

Why does Veneziano make me look like the lower person?

She is so perfect. Everything about her is perfect. Her looks, personality, skills, everything I'm not.

Everyone prefers her over me. No one has ever said they wanted to keep me.

It's always Veneziano.

"Veneziano, you're so adorable!"

"Veneziano you can cook so well!"

Veneziano this, Veneziano that. Why can't they acknowledge me? I try my hardest and yet they don't give me a second look. All I get is a scolding.

"Why can't you be more like Veneziano?"

"Veneziano can do this ten times better than you!"

Can't they see I try my hardest? It's the though that counts. Not to them I see. It's all about the fucking talent. Talent I don't have, but my younger brother does.

I'm so jealous. Jealous that he could do everything that I can't. I though younger siblings were supposed to be in the older sibling's shadow?


This was an assignment I had to do for English. The prompt was a jealous individual. Perfect for Romano.
Just some random drabble I guess. Hope you enjoyed.