My Father's Recognition

An avalanche of words rested on the tip of my tongue, eager to spill out just waiting for the slightest of sounds to slip out from his mouth. The constant arguing has nearly driven me insane by this point. Why is everything I do wrong? Has he not realized the mistakes that he himself has made over the years we have spent together. I understand that he is my father and that all things he say should be right, but he's never right, and I am always wrong. So where does this leave us, when we're both wrong. How can I try so hard to impress him with my every action, and every time I still fail to achieve the slightest recognition for it. Though my younger sister can do so many wrongs, and still can be the one he puts on the pedestal. I try not to be filled with such anger toward my sister, it's not really her fault that she is his favorite, but she does try so hard to rub it in my face. I just wish he could see how bad it hurts me to know that I can never do anything to achieve any recognition from him.