potato randomly half-venting?

similar, but different.

we share a mum
we share a dad
we share a little brother
we share a house
we share DNA
we share a face
we share a last name

but we are not the same.

you're a waste of space.
you're a disgrace to our name.

it may sound rude,
but it's honestly true.

if someone knew
what you do
behind closed doors,
they'd understand this more.

you're nearly twelve.
yet you act younger
than our baby brother
who's only two.

you constantly throw tantrums.
whenever something happens
that you don't agree with
and i don't want to hear the excuses.

"he's autistic too!"
"he's less able than you!"
"he can't help it-"
YES YOU CAN.

you barely even live,
just stay on a tablet
watching videos
that borderline on abuse.

"____ GETS GROUNDED"
shit like that.

at this point,
i question if your life
would even be worth living.

you may be a son,
but you are not the sun.
the world DOES NOT
revolve around you.

i hate that you've known me
since you were a baby.

i hate that you share a
good chunk of DNA with me.

i hate that our parents
constantly enable you.

I HATE YOU.
i wish you were dead.
maybe then my life
would be better
with just the four of us.

even as an older sister,
i don't care if i'm "supposed" to support you.

because i'd happily leave you in the dust,
because all you do

is sit on your ass,
throw temper tantrums,
get mum to do everything for you,
THAT YOU KNOW HOW TO DO.

I HATE YOU.

I HATE YOUR FACE.
I HATE YOUR BODY.
I HATE YOUR PERSONALITY.
I HATE YOUR BRAIN.

I HATE YOU.

I HATE YOU SO MUCH
I REFUSE TO CALL YOU
MY LITTLE BROTHER
YOU DON'T DESERVE IT

WE ARE DIFFERENT.

everyone thinks it's just sibling rivalry but it isn't i fucking hate you so much i genuinely wish you never existed you've tied me down with you now i'll have to burden you once our parents die i hope you die first out of all of us so we don't have to deal with your shit anymore speaking of shit you always get mum to wipe yours when you do so at school perfectly fine you're 12 you can do it yourself now but you don't you just get mum to do it for you you're not her baby boy anymore zeke is and you'll never be her baby girl either i am i was the first i have seen everything from this family you have just whined and cried to get your way like that bald son of a bitch caillou i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you