About my brother

I know my brother. If anybody else says other ways, he's lying.

Sometimes I think I know him to well.

I know him so well I can tell when he's lying. I know him so well that with some things I know him better than I know myself. Yet, I'm not part of his life. And he doesn't know if he loves me.

Isn't it crazy? My own brother doesn't know if he loves me.

We have a lot in common. We're both self centered. We both play music. But I think that a lot of what he does he does only to make our dad proud. I don't think he connects with the music, the way I do when I write. My dad thinks that he breaths music, but then our dad is sometimes simply blind.

I hurt. He will help me in time of need, but will he know why?
-Me
All my life I've been good but now I'm thinking What The Hell(Avril Lavigne, "what the hell")