Dear Brother,
I would like to know
When all this started.
When you changed from the loving brother
To an inconsiderate bastard.
When life became so dull
You needed drugs and alcohol to spice it up.
You became so angry, yet so refined
When you say such mean words,
and started calling your sister a bitch and a slut.
When suddenly you're not the big brother I looked up to.
Does anyone else notice?
You hold an air to you,
An air that makes you king,
And keeps your friends following.
But, someday you will fall.
Your friends will be gone,
And like always,
I will be the one on the ground to catch you.
Love,
Your younger sister
