You'll never be him

Everything seems different
From this point of view
The image lied distraught
From the moment she met you

It's funny how something
Like a Christmas tree
Is much more than pathetic
Through the eyes of me

A constant helping hand
Is much less appreciated
When the friendly gesture
Never stands outdated

You're always right there
Just like one would hope
As close as is possible
Holding on tight to this rope

It fills me with hatred
You never disappear
Even when I scream
You're still standing so near

I'm struggling to breath
I miss my old life
Me and my brother
My FATHER and his wife