Siblings

Siblings:

We fight. We fight.
We fuss and we fight.
We cuss and we live in a world full of spite.
Breaking down walls and leaving our parents to pick up the pieces and mend our relationship until one of them finally has to leave us.

Or we leave them.

One year and I'm gone.
On to live and learn without your interjection of whats right and wrong.
Differing opinions about the simplest things can blow up and cause the most outrageous scene.
Should we keep the A/C on hot or cold?
Or leave your font on normal or bold?
We start at the drop of a hat, and once the voices rise there's no turning back.
Yes.
No.
Yes, yes.
No, no.
The words that are said, can do nothing but hurts us, and prove that the only thing we share is a bloodline and a address.

But that's you, not me.
I have my own mind, can't you see?
And even through the fighting,
Forever and always,
My brother you'll be.