As a child, this chaos began.
Instead of being the baby brother yearning for the attention of his big sister, you pinched and scratched me until I bled.
Only one thought occurred; what have I done?


As the years passed and your preteen years arrived, I was ecstatic to see what direction you were headed to.
What music will he be into?
What kind of style will he most be inspired by?
Instead of opening up and letting me be apart of this, you shut me out with your hatred growing stronger.
Only one thought occurred; what have I done?

Now in the present, you are no longer a little boy.
You've become more independent.
You've chosen the type of crowd you'd like to associate with.
You've become a talented musician.
You're so very intelligent.
You've now experienced not only your first heartbreak but, your second.
They're so many things about you that I admire deeply.
But still, you hate me.
Your words pierce my heart and your thoughts about me make me *****.
You don't want me anywhere near you.
You don't want me involved in anything that you do.
You are disgusted by me.
I will always love you but still, only one thought occurs; what have I done?