You say I'm capable of nothing,
Not success,
Not writing,
Not passion,
Nothing exciting.

You put yourself on a pedestal,
The world can only revolve around You.
It must start and end with only You.
With no one being above,
Everyone only below
You.

You hurl your words like a bayonet,
Not Caring who You hurt in the process.
But when my sharp tongue betrays me in the name of self defence,
you sulk and shout
and stab me with your own two hands.

Oh brother,
Why don't you see
Who you're meant to be to me?
A protector against all evil,
A shield to my little, fragile body.

My brother,
Why don't you see that you're the one who is hurting me?
The sharp sting of your words will forever remain etched in my little, tiny, non-existent brain.