You Were My Brother. Poem by yabadabadoo

Your confused face disgusts me.
Red eyes,
Messed hair,
Your long pale body
Destined to be a stoner.
You leave as my brother,
Who would laugh with me
And help me.
When you return you stench of pot.
And I Hate you.
You don't notice the pain you cause me.
You live only to get high
And that is part of why i want to die.
We are opposites in the world;
You with your head-strong stupidness,
And I with my quiet sadness.
My hurt grows into hate,
And that is what i am left with.