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Big Brother


I miss you

I miss you

When I was younger

I missed you

You dissed me

I dissed you

My big brother

Taught me how to throw a football

At times I didn't like you at all 

Even though I wanted to be like you

I never wanted to inherit your flaws

However I did and I still live

Hating myself for what you did

But loving myself and sitting in wait

For when my son hates me in the same way 

My big brother 

 

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