the horror that is my brother cannot even be measured
his talent surpasses mine - his lies can make a child stop crying
perhaps because to him his words are not lies but promises
promises that are never meant to be kept. no one ever sees
it but for me - his speech is evident, each word a crisp delusion
a madness only felt by me and acknowledged by him when spun
no amount of screaming or ranting or hitting will ever teach him
his deception matted into his very soul - dad you did that - how
proud you must be