Inner Twin

i had a brother,

short and scary, whatever he’s wearing

always seemed to terrify others.

without him, that bothers me.

he’s my family, but i don’t like him.

he ain’t my brother, actually.

all i know is that he lives

at the back of my head,

waiting to come out

on splendid days.
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