She and I.
Were like two peas in a pod.
No word of a lie.
Our mother dressed us the same.
Made us look cute.
But I always thought we looked lame.
We had our traits,
With our differences.
But we had to share our mates.
Sometimes she was my best friend.
Others, my worst enemy.
With sorrow's & pain to mend.
Treated like we were one.
We weren't, never were.
But to her it was fun.
She was the one everyone looked more.
It drove me mad until I'd cry.
And made my heart very sore.
I thought Mother loved her best.
She was a much prettier girl then I,
I was just a pest.
She could mirror image me.
But I didn't need a double.
I am fine on my own, you see.
We have 2 years apart.
But people think we're twins.
Never we were, from the start.
I try to do my own thing.
Then she gets all sad & teary.
And I have to take her back under my wing.
I am the oldest sister after all.
Mother wouldn't be pleased.
If I were to let her fall.
But here I am again feeling this way.
There isn't much I can do.
When we're treated the same everyday.
Other kids like her over me.
She wasn't shy, she was fun.
They didn't take a look at what I could be.
Sometimes it feels unfair,
My life, my world, my everything,
Is partly hers, to share.
My better half I could say.
She is the laughter of the party,
Unlike me, the corner is where I stay.
I just want to be my person.
Be who I want to be,
But then my situation shall worsen.
She has it all.
She is much nicer.
She had the lovely hair.
She has the pretty face.
She had the most friends.
She has a smile on her face.
