Like the Word "Brotherly" Didn't Tell You...

He sits, alone, in his room,
For endless hours.
And I’ve never worried about
Whether or not he’s sad;
His ridiculous laugh, snorts
Through the walls, into my room.
I hear him talk into those headphones
Through the dead of the night.

He sits, jealous, in the backseat,
Because I got shotgun.
But I never thought that he’d
Actually get mad.
Hands stretching around the headrest,
Ready to break my nose,
My voice rising to a shriek
As a crack comes from my face.

He sits, glaring, across the room,
For endless hours.
I’m only worried about
Whether or not he’ll attack.
His eyebrows squishing
Together over his brown eyes.
I see him staring,
Chills running through me.

I sit, alone, in my room,
For endless hours.
I’m worried about it all,
And so sad I’m tearing up.
Suddenly, the game stopped.
He came in
And gave me
A brotherly hug.

Mr. G had better like this. It's fo' English Class

And NerdySam, way to steal my idea, betch.