Mother and Father say I am the bad twin
Nay, they scream it
I play outside and I see a bird land on a branch
It sings its beautiful song
Full of happiness
Not to me
When I hear its cries
I want to wrench off its head
Destroy its body
In fire perhaps?
Father comes to me
Picks me up
I scream
Fight
Kick
Bite
Scratch
Everything I can do
To get away and fulfill my anger
I am filled with hate
Since the moment Father separated us
My dear brother and I
Yet he does not shed a passing glance
Not even when
I kick Mother's hot wax to the ground
Splattering and
Making marks
Ruining hard work
Like the blood
I desire to spill
I am here for a reason
Not to inherit
Not to love
Not to care
Not to help
Not to be kind
To kill
Mother and Father say
I am the bad twin
Nay, they scream it
I know
It is true