a brother in bruises.

maybe we are different. but you have been here for so long, that i can't help but feel like the lesser. overshadowed, and though those days are long gone, and i've fought so hard to simply be... i don't think it will ever leave. i'll always feel my road is cheap, and this makes me so angry, biting at my own neck. it's never going to be your fault, and i'll fight it. we are all different, and maybe i will forge myself in failure first.