There is nothing that has hurt me

Like when I heard his voice laughing, saying “I am not a fan.”

He said it like it was a joke: “I don’t support you, and I never have.”

That’s your brother saying it to your face.

It was a sign that you were heading either a good or bad way.

“BAD” with the caps lock button pressed, not the shift button.

“Good” with only the letter G shifted—I had to sit and laugh,

And let the tears come out. I asked myself, “Am I on the right lane or the wrong lane?”

After so many, 19 out of 24 rounds, I had to ask myself:

Is the person I am following determined to win or lose?

Because of my brother, I had to stop the car on the racetrack

And asked myself, “Is it worth it? You must always gain something.”

What did I…?!

What did I gain in those rounds? I missed the lines to fix the tires.

I took off the headphones and thought, “I am smart, but now…

now I… now I feel like I’ve lost my mind.”

I told the lie that I had lost my mind, but at the end of the rounds,

I did it to myself. I can’t just ask why or what; I can say now that

I did it to myself, building hate for the sport, fostering hate for his support.

I heard his voice saying, “You can make it to the top 5—wake up, brother.”

I had to continue listening to his songs all those rounds, getting motivation.

I managed to make it to top 6, not far from top 5.

Six seconds away from him—that’s how I lost the trophy. We never went back.

Today, he hates the sport because it makes me lose my mind for a long time.

It’s like I have dedication for running blind.

Should I go back to the track without his support or not?

I will have him around but as a fan of Lewis Hamilton.

SHOULD I use CAPS LOCK or shift it?

Question 1 answered, but many doubts remain.