FIRST CHILD SYNDROME

Firstborn syndrome is messing with my head.
It's more of a burden, because it has made me make nor take hard decisions.

Expectations from families are always high, pressure immense,
To be perfect, flawless and to be supportive.

The trailblazer, the pioneer brave,
Forging ahead, every path to pave.
But oh, the weight of being the first,
To carry the hopes of siblings as the eldest child, has messed me up.

Love life's and relationships left shattered with no words said, interwoven with heavy duty of the first born responsibilities. This syndrome is really messing with my head.

Yearning for freedom, for a chance to be with the ones we love, not to be pressured to do what we don't want.

First born syndrome is messing with my head.
To break free from this chain that bind, 
To seek solace, a peace of mind.

The world should also understand the fact that we've got responsibilities on our shoulders, and we're literally ready to pick up this challenge and stand firm and act as the first and not the last.

Lots of expectations and responsibilities are there looking forth to all first born, in all families.

To the hearts we've hurt in the process of fulfilling our responsibilities, saying sorry isn't enough.