Glance upon this mirror,
Right in front of you.
This mirror, the one you tiredly gaze into every which way.
You try to ensure you look tidy and polished,
Lest your friends laugh at you for a bad hair day.
Apart from the steam that fogs up your mirror,
A mirror image of yourself will befall your eyes.
While you may think this is your twin,
Beware these thoughts that deceive the masses;
Calling this anything but an image is a virulent sin.
“Twin” has yet to mean “identical;”
The term “identical” is but an illusion.
Sure, twins’ outsides may be the same,
But are they identical? No!
Their insides burn with the nonconformity flame.