With scissors, I snip one big family:
My mother and my father on the right,
Surviving ancestors, plus brothers three
And sister twins, with only one alight.
When Killua and Illumi depart,
I listen to ensure their health is sound.
The former forms new siblings in his heart,
The latter has no love to spread around.
Confetti squares show I'm forgotten fast,
With my name never dropping from their lips.
Now, one by one, the rest run till I'm last
And left to tear my paper dolls to strips.
Big Brother soon reenters my lone life,
But I am not his ally — just a knife.