Child.

You're part of my blood that i know well but dear brother, i can't help being overcome by jealousy all along. Maybe if i were in your place born a brunette born a boy born the favorite child born being all that you are and discard what i now am born the ideal of our father born the ideal of a man. And yes, i accept the fact i've wished you did not exist i was the center of attention before, you know? or at least, that's what i thought. I accept the fact that i am filled with rage if i could, i'd yell hideous words at our so called father because it pains me it kills me to see him being with you what he wasn't with me. It hurts to know he sees you everyday to know he says i love you to you to know he makes you breakfast to know that he says goodmorning to you. Maybe one of us was just not meant to be born.