Poetry of sorts

Brother

You scream,
I yell.
You dream,
I feel like throwing my shells.

We fight,
like any family.
Both with each fight,
comes a somewhat joyous light.

We may have differences,
but we enjoy each other's company.

It's quite unique,
how the whole sibling thing works.
We can never say it's bleak,
as our family has both its downsides and perks.

So with a summed up night,
and my tired eyes.
I'll say it here,
in a short rhyme.

Even if,
we argue one day.
It will be over soon, for the arguments will never stay.
We forgive and forget,
that's just how we are.
But thank you,
for being a friendly light,
almost like a star.