This is my brother
He’s smart, nice, and keen
If art took him
He’d create a pretty scene
If music he did take part
He’d compose to touch a heart
If writing was his way at hand
His works would be finer than grand

But he did not choose these
He chose another path
One with a secret other half
Now with my brother
There is another
This is my monster

It’s mean, crass, and rude
In essence one ****** dude
It’ll cheat, hide, lie
It has made us all cry

Whenever it’s about
My feelings come rushing out
It makes me helpless
And then mad
Then guilty, and sad
But when I should rest
I feel is depressed.

As I lay at night awake
Thinking of what that thing partakes
A wandering question seeps through my mind
A question of the sinister kind
When will this monster die?

How can this come upon
The two people are the same guy
The monster I want gone…
Is my brother when he’s high.