Here I sit, I wait for 

Wicked voices whispering truth

But I only see lies

You hold out your dirt covered hand

But I can't understand

They tell me, these wicked voices

That you are nothing but a coward

Talking behind my back

But smiling in my face

Taking my emotions and twisting them

You say your sisters a

But you, your nothing better

You use your own family

To further up your life

My heart has blackened and you are no longer in it

Youre my brother, but you are also an enemy

You talk about me and sprout lies

You pathological liar

Although I hate to say it

I think I'm beginning to hate you.....

I'm sorry