just a sad Little Bean

what a life...

As im walking down a street its a normal day
I turn left instead of right
It was a new way
I wanted to get home before night but I didn't take that right...
As I walk and look around I look at the bay
And say...
What a nice day.

As you walk you see you family happy as can be you don't know why but you ask them soon as you walk over you see your little brother he's 4-3 years younger to you and well he was the last of the family and off he gos saying "look at me. I'm this and that!" And makes your mother smile and your father proud. And you can help but to fill sad... As a tear starts to form in your eye and no one seems to care you walk away again and seem to just let their laughing and joking going on and you listen and then you grow to hate and then you look down and say to your self "why?... Why him and not me? Am I selfish to think... That they love him more than me?" You ponder and think then a voice says your name and you think it's your dad calling you so you go to him and ask what he wanted but he didn't call you so you then look around "then who called me?" Your father looks at you and shook his head "I don't know but go play with your brother" you sighed then left not saying another word and went to your brother who was on his x-box one and you ask to play he said yes but you must follow his rules
1. No yelling... Simple enough
2. No cheating... Fear can't say I cheat but okay
3. You can't spam... Also a minor rule and you nod
You go to say something but he cuts you off "and rule four!"
4. You must lose and I have to win... You think that not fare and look at him and stay calm "but brother that's not right, I don't want to fill like a loser all the time" he gets angry and begins the game
Do you play by the rules? Of course not you disobey rule four and after a while, you think you get it and you win your first flight with him and smile thinking it was fun but he looks at you and frowned "you were meant to follow My rules!" He yelled. Seems that the rules don't apply to him and to then sigh and get kicked out of his room and you divide to go to your room unhappy and alone and certain memory strikes you and you begin to softly cry as you think about it even more. And you know you can never talk about it with your mother and father because you're too scared to talk about it and then you seem to stop crying and your eyes become heavy and you lay your head down on a pillow and you slowly drift off to sleep...

Sleep is cool just and silent it allows you rest.
As you sleep you dream of a place where you were welcomed.
And that was the best
But it was a sad place, where you were victumed.
But at least you can rest...