I walk in the shadow of a brother turned bad.
He steals and he lies and he's nearly gone mad.
He's got a record, quite a big one he had.
It's all just going down.
He hits me sometimes when I don't do what he says.
I try not to cry but it can't go on this way.
He smokes and does drugs, steals our money away,
It's all just going down.
His grades in the gutter, his smile so rare.
He tries to get me in his little drug square.
He says things- creepy things- that do raise my hair.
It's all just going down.
A bad case of acne and ADHD,
He says its not his and he blames it on me.
He's in a cage, he will never break free.
It's all just going down.
I'm so scared of him, which is something, I guess.
He is just someone no one would invest,
He's just a tired old crippled old mess.
It's all just going down.
I try to disarm him, to let him see light.
But what does he do but fight and fight?
My brother is one that is truely not right.
It's all just going down.
I hide in my room, lock the doors, barricade.
As he spreads his bad future like catchable plague.
A monster of Tyler has now been so made.
I guess it's all gone down.
(This is a true poem, about my real brother. It hurts me physically to write this.)
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