I am not like her.
We are different.
We don't like the
same clothes.
I can't stand her
choice in music.
She isn't so happy with mine.
We are constantly
called twins.
But we are too different.
We are sisters,
but not twins.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl Behind the Mask
RandomThis is my first book. All of these poems are real to me. Please comment if you like it, but no hate please. Enjoy!!!