"Remember my darling - you always have each other."
I couldn't tell if it was true or not,
my soft brown-green eyes were always searching for someone else
that didn't look like me.
Now what good does a mirror do?
It shows me what I know far too well,
like the angry hisses of my mother and father.
I cannot escape my flaws when I look into her eyes,
each one screaming
If I grasp it too tightly to my chest, it will explode into a million pieces,
ripping my heart to shreds.
But I can't live without her.
I need to stop looking at the seething form before me,
and start holding onto the reflection next to me,
one that does not come from a mirror.
We share a face, but not a soul,
we share clothes, but not our thoughts.
I can't live without her.
She is more than just a sister
who paints my nails and wrestles with me,
my DNA can tell you that much.
"I like you better than her" the douches say,
as if I take it as a compliment.
Boy, she is a horde of precious diamonds I would be stupid to throw away,
And I'd die without her.
She is not the girl in the mirror
screaming out my imperfections.
I am the girl in the mirror.
She is always on my mind like the tattoo on my side.
"Remember my darling - you always have each other," my mother says.
I believe it now
And I know I'd be lost without her.