Poetry+-+Mistake

Is he a mistake? Everyone calls my brother the cutest thing on earth I think he has been crazy, ever since his birth They say he‘s another success, that God has made I question, is he real, or is he a mistake? They say he’s really talkative I would totally agree He just talks and talks and talks and talks And never lets me be   I find him really annoying at times That’s something you can tell He moans and groans and also whines And all I do is yell. Now, Gabriel is a naughty boy He hardly every listens And when I get mad at him His eyes just bulge and glisten He is such a spoiled boy There is nothing much I can do   But I’ve just realized He is only at the age of two. I guess I just think of him As someone my own age That’s why it’s my reaction To go about and rage. Now it’s my fault, for getting so mad I feel like the bad guy, now I feel so bad Maybe I threw too much for him to take Now he questions if I am real, or am I a fake? I don’t want him to think that So now it’s time to be…. The best brother; the best he’ll ever see. Everything that I’ve just said Makes him seem like a bother But all the things he says and does Makes me glad he is my brother My brother makes me glad I doubt he is a fake Of course, he’s genuine, of course, he’s real And NO, he’s not a mistake.