If I fall he would offer his hand to help me get up .
If I'd be sad he would console me and cheer me up .
when I would cry he would whipe my tears away .
he would annoy me each day .
he would make fun of me .
he would hold me tight when I would be scared .
he would understand the pain I would have to bare .
for me he would always care .
if someone other then him would dare make fun of me .
they would be scared to death to see ,
the scary side of him .
we would argue and fight over the silliest of things .
and argue about who would open the door next when the doorbell rings .
we would fight over the last piece of cake .
and hide each other's stuff for revenge's sake .
I wish he would exist .
what a shame that he is just an imaginary brother .
who is just in my head .
and ain't real .

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