Some day...

Someday I hope I can make my mom as proud of me as my brother does,
though I don't know if that will ever happen,
sure I'm accomplished,
I can color decently on a computer,
I can draw wings and name plates and make them look pretty good,
I can write poems for hours,
If I think hard enough I can figure out how to fix most any simple problem,
I can come up with an excuse without blinking,
I protect so many people around me as silently as I can,
I'm the captain of my guard and might make it into a drum core,
I always get fantastic grades in any class that involves physical effort,
sometimes I guess it just seems like all of my flaws are so major,
such a huge failure to her that they overshadow the things I'm good at,
my brother has a job,
lives on his own,
didn't wait until he was almost 18 to get his license,
I don't think at least,
is more athletic than I am,
I don't know,
I guess I just hope maybe when I get out on my own,
or at least out of her house,
she'll finally believe me,
cause it's a daily reminder at this point that she doesn't believe I'll make it,
she jokes about how when I'm twenty i'll still be living with her,
way to have faith in me mom.