Thief

That dirty, rotten,
No good, bratty,
Little thief.
How could he do this?
He stole my music right
Our from under my nose.
And the fact the he’s
My brother makes it
All the worse
(Actually it makes it more believable...).
But he’s my brother!
He’s not supposed to like
My music!
I wouldn’t mind if
He’d just ask me,
But he doesn’t!
He just takes what
He wants.
My books,
My games,
My cards.
I usually don’t put up
Too much of a fight,
And stop when I get
My possessions back,
But I draw the line at
My music.
My music makes me
Who I am.
It’s a part of me.
And when he steals it,
It’s like he’s stealing
My identity.
It may seem a little much,
But that’s how it is.
And I swear
I’ll get that little
Thief back!