Couldn't ask for a better brother than you've been,
Though I hold regrets for a bitter childhood,
But it's the tale of every sibling household.
Yet I knew I felt safest enough to cry in front of you,
Trusted you enough to hope that in a few years,
You'd call me to another country,
And save the three of us from all the pain and suffering.
Even if I knew it couldn't be true, it was comforting,
And all I ever prayed for you was your success.
Knew what kind of dark childhood you might've had,
But I hope you hadn't faced the same insecurities I did.
Hope you hadn't lived in the same darkness I lived.
You said girls overthink a lot,
But I hope you've been rational enough
To save yourself from all those hallucinations,
All those fears, and all those things I had in my life.
Don't know what the future holds, but four of us are
Stuck in the same toxicity,
And all our elders did was repeat the patterns of it.
Hope you'd be a good father, breaking all those shackles.
Hope you'd have enough money to save yourself from family crises.
If you ever have a financial crisis,
I hope it never turns into a family crisis.
And yet again, I want to say you're the best in the world,
Though I never saw you as someone belonging to this dorm,
But these people may make one of this room.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
