I am tortured by the consistent reminders...
smiles appear that I begin to frown upon so...

Day after day, I spend most of my time,
sitting in our apartment, all alone...

Many times I have been lost,
yet you set me back onto my path...

It feels like it's been,
a blink of the eye...

How often must we question,
Our abilities and our ways...

There's something wrong with me,
I'm not quite sure what it is...

My brother is a hidden poet and I am jealous of...
Longing...

I feel threatened by her,
I can't seem to understand...

In this life, we have no certainty.
Our next day; never guaranteed...

The blade slices in deep,
the pain is strong...

Just a little bit strict
Always trying to be creative...

A purpose of entertainment,
does not always ensure happiness...