Closer Than Close

I started out new

I grew and I grew

With another me not far behind


The teacher taught me wrong

I've been anxious for so long

Called a germophobe alone


Making movies with my sisters

Runner's injuries and open blisters

I didn't make friends because I had the only one I needed


Bad morals left me cloudy

Sometimes loud and often rowdy

A helping hand took me in


Now I'm comfortable in my skin

Thanks to the person who is my twin

Without her I'd be blind



This poem is about: 
My family


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