What do you think of my poem "My Trip: Nothing New"?

I would greatly appreciate your constructive criticism.

Thanks to all who participate.

"My Trip: Nothing New"

I don't want to do anything new

I'm waiting to go on my trip

to my three brothers

who never knew me and never will

who will revive those

sad childhood feelings

to those brothers

who will remind me

how different I am

and I'm not talking gender

I will be pretending to be adult

pretending to be sensible and

desperately keeping my head up

while I just prefer to float on my back

And I have to have fun, good times,

smile and laugh

Yes, I have to be a joiner, join

their fun, their conversation

Perhaps, I will fail

I'll get back to my listening

and understanding mode

I'll turn into the confidant

that sympathetic, empathetic

listener role that I do to perfection

I don't want to do anything new