I know it happened long ago,
and everything healed in time.
But the scars are on my memory,
that you committed such a crime.
We were all suppose to forget,
when the therapy was done.
But it still kills me inside,
that you found that stuff funn.
I was so young back then,
and you were definitely not.
So i didn't ever question you,
though it became a thought.
I love you like it didn't happen,
because you are my brother.
But you have no clue how much id hate you,
if you were another.