I am,
Him and Her.
My Sister has Her infectious laugh and sparkling eyes.
My Brother has His humour and bad habits.
I hold His behaviour.
Cynical and depressive.
I hold Her sad expressions and moods, tired and lonely.
When I am not cynical, depressed, tired or lonely,
I am happy.
Which together they never were.

The start is always a good place to finish,
A hello is followed by a goodbye,
I smile then you begin to cry.
I love to hate that,
I am happy and you are restless in return.