~It's sad when brother and sister spawn hate for each other.
You're only happy with me when I'm hurting,
I'm only happy with you when you're coughing up blood.
And so the change has happened.
Remember being young?
You were the cool one
And I was the weird one?
I guess some things never change.
I remember,
It was only about a year and a half ago,
We were friends and now,
Mortal enemies.
I can say nothing to you
Without you accusing me of hate,
I barely talk to you anymore.
I just sit back,
Eat my cookies,
And write my poems,
Which you've never even bothered to read, by the way.
I've read everything you wrote,
Even though
Most of it was hidden.
Premature poems by a premature child.
Such is the way it goes,
Such is the life,
Such is the change,
(And so on and so forth)
That siblings someday seek.