Apathy

I was first-born,

My brother was not.

I strove to be perfect,

And, oh, how we fought.

Where he was reckless,

I was quite prudent.

He was always in trouble,

Yet I an A student.

I am five years his senior,

He’s just like our father.

They’re two peas in a pod,

I don’t even bother.

Differing views, so extreme,

Stopped us talking long ago.

We never agreed on anything,

When last we spoke, I do not know.

My family is quite,

The epitome of dysfunction.

So I go my own way,

Without any compunction.

I have several friends,

Who are closer than kin.

But I’m truly a loner,

Fueled from within.