If I am a wicked person,
Why do you call me your brother?
You say I’m more than a best-friend,
Is my being submissive my best version?
I care so much, it is such a bother!
I’ve become stubborn and refuse to bend.
I do not hate you, so you know,
Neither resent you, you’re my bro.
I love you much more than I often show.
If I am wicked, then you are mean,
You’re not blood, yet a kin,
Opposites, yet our bond unseen.