can change quite a lot.
Sometimes I am feeling blue,
and sometimes very hot.
Sometimes I will yell at him,
and make a very big fit.
But as you know how mad I am,
I don't kick nor hit.
Sometimes I will look at him
for something he had said,
then I will slowly slump upstairs,
and cry in my small bed.
Sometimes I will go all white,
as my eyes go wider and wide.
Sometimes I will turn with fright,
and think of places to hide.
My feelings for my brother,
just isn't very same.
I'll just have to get on with it,
and play on with the game.
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