My sister is not my sister,
but a stranger of same skin.
It seems that our relation
is all but running thin.
My brother is not my brother,
but a man of unalike mind.
And his warmth and embrace
are things I cannot find.
I do not know the people
society claims are close.
The people society claims
are meant to know me most.
I wish I knew these people
but it cannot be true.
Because, siblings, my life
must be done without you.
Jul 1, 2021
Jul 1, 2021 at 9:55 AM UTC
My sister is not my sister,
but a stranger of same skin.
It seems that our relation
is all but running thin.
My brother is not my brother,
but a man of unalike mind.
And his warmth and embrace
are things I cannot find.
I do not know the people
society claims are close.
The people society claims
are meant to know me most.
I wish I knew these people
but it cannot be true.
Because, siblings, my life
must be done without you.
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