How can they think you're better?

by Primeval of Matter

And as I walk down this lonely road, I ask myself, how can they think you are better? A long poem about Percy getting betrayed by camp for his brother. Rated T because I'm paranoid.

So you're the one they betrayed me for.

A selfish prick like you.

How do they think you're so clever

When you can't even dress alone?

You swagger into camp,

Saying you're the best.

Oh, you defeated a hellhound?

I defeated Gaea herself.

But I'm not one brag,

So continue your tale.

Surely no one could think

You are that swell.

You are claimed as my brother.

Oh no, here it comes;

Your ego grows quite large

When he says "you're my favorite son".

Now you're sooooo popular.

You really are the best.

Yeah, try and beat me in a sword fight,

You'd lose a limb at the least.

First you some how take popularity.

Ooh, big deal.

Then you trick my friends

Into thinking I'm not "real".

No, I didn't defeat Kronos;

Of course I didn't defeat Gaea;

No, they all hate me

And you are their hero.

Well, I still have my girlfriend.

You can't take that.

I go to propose,

And bam!

You're both sitting on the beach

Kissing.

KISSING!

You've really done it now.

You stole my girlfriend,

You stole my life

That's it, I'm gone

As I crossed the border

I turned around and saw you and her.

Now gods.

And as I walk that lonely road I ask my self this:

How can they think you're better?