Spoiler
This is about my brother. He's been having problems in school and I'm a major eavesdropper. >:D
"You're just a wall sometimes," Mother explains.
She attempts to tame a wild hair soaring loose
in the center of one of his numerous cowlicks.
"You've got to learn how to let everyone in."
He denies the tears of intimidating stress--
you could see the monstrous anxiety clouding his brain
as he tried to process everything around him--
he locked expression behind his wall.
Rogue patterns of imagination frame his right brain.
Unable to lie to the world, to channel curiosity,
to let the world come flying in through even
the tiniest keyhole in his vast wall.
Denial. Tears. Lecture.
"I'm just not... curious," He stutters.
I want to find a chisel, to hack into his brain
and feed everything I posses to strengthen him
piece by piece; to fill the void he can't cross alone.
The only medicine to prescribe is sympathy.
The way to get down to the core
without stirring his anxious mind
without comparing him to myself
without upsetting the slipshod peace.
I wish I understood more.
