Monologue featuring Nevaeh Cable "The not so perfect child" by D. M. Larson

Jamie? You hate me, don't you? I'm never good enough for you. No matter what I do, it's not as good as my sister. I always have to hear how she had done it better. Or she already did it better. She was a room I like. Got me out. But I'm some sort of mistake. I'm just a copy. A copy of a copy. Not as bad as original. As good as you. You are so perfect. Anyone around me is so perfect. There's nothing left over for me. I am the leftover failures, the fatty waste. Toss to the dogs. Everyone hates me. Why is everyone thinking I'm so horrible? Probably because I am a horrible creature. Due to walk onto this earth and suffer for you. I have heard it. Her name's so bad as I put it. Fantastic rocks. What did I do to deserve this? I paid for the sense of my father. And mother. Am I yours? You want to forget? Or am I disappointment? Can I give this a point? I even disappoint myself guys. I don't want to be my sister. I don't like my sister. I hate everything about her. I don't want to be me either. Sometimes I just want to fade away because shadow forgotten. Maybe if you haven't gotten any. Anymore.