close enemies

Jealous of this imperfect life

Cuz this family is good at hiding the strife

Talking scenarios you never saw

Just because it sounds more harsh

Not seeing that you’re salting these wounds

Defacating reproduction and disbanding too soon

Believing yourself to be the martyr of intelligence

Is exposing that fraction of your ignorance

As deeply willing and bloody hearted

I accept your olive branch but not the fruit

I’d keep my baby if I was you

I’d simply sit and listen when my sister asked me to

Knowing that her pang rings and stings

I’d encourage her to sing

And reveal that this life can be diverse

Refuse the frustrations that force me to curse

Spill those things that sisters do

But that’s just me and I’m not you….

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