Brother and Sister - it was bound to be
that the one who'd take the brunt was me.

I'm sorry for crying -
and for it being loud,

But it came to my head
that I've been living Without

Instead of Within our circle of love
that I blindly mistreated and stomped from above

With gold-laced boots on a high, high horse,
which soon I would trade for scuffed tennis shoes
and the lust for much, much more.

I am without a family
because I made it done
and pushed and pushed for so **** long,
I've forgotten where I'm from.