Poetry

Big Brother

I was supposed to protect you

Guid you

Shield you

Isn't that what big brohters do?

But instead I let you become the elder

Forced you into maturity along side me

Twisted and warped

Threatening you if you didn't go along

So now I'm trying to make up

For my past wrongs

I'm doing my best to protect you

From all the people who wish harm

From the parents who want to change you

But I'm not perfect

And nither are you

Siblings fight

Just as we do

But we sling far harsher words

And you deliver physical blows that draw blood

I do my best

But you scream that I'm bi-polar

That I'm messed up in the head

I know I am

But I'm still trying

Trying to be a good big brother