My Brother

I don’t know where to begin,

What I know is that after reading this you’ll burst my bubbles again.

But I’ll mash it all up here anyway

And expect you to come across it one day.

My very own Voldemort since the time I was born.

Your presence anywhere near me still freezes down my spinal cord.

Your torture, punishment and denial to everything that I did or wanted to do

Made me wonder whether Newton’s third law is really true.

The only way to fight you back was to complain to Mum and Dad.

But whenever I couldn’t fight back, I used to turn on my friends bad.

Never understood why you hate me so much as though I’m an ugly duckling in the family.

What did I do to drive you so angry that you scarred my childhood for eternity?

Until now, for a few months I’ve been living at my grandma’s place

With a little cousin-sister of about four years of age.

For small things when she comes and disturbs me,

Her cuteness has no effect when she drives me so crazy.

To be honest, I see a great deal of my little self in her.

Good Lord! What a devil I must’ve been for my dear Brother!

If it weren’t for him I would’ve been a drama queen all my life,

And would’ve seen the world without darkness in a spectrum of polychromatic light.

He made me understand proper music by playing Linkin Park all day,

And I watched him be a gangster on GTA.

His love for video games illuminated the interest in me.

When I was playing with my dolls, I knew about Transformers because of his toy car, Bumblebee.

Voldemort I could’ve never called him

If I hadn’t secretly read all the novels from him.

I guess Newton cannot be contradicted ever.

The person I am today is enormously because of my Brother.

P.S. He's still evil and I hate him. -_-