Mistaken Identity

Tue, 03/19/2019 - 17:34 -- rchado

I am from the shared birthday and the mirror image standing next to me.

I am from the guessing games and the mistaken identities. 

I am from Twin A not Twin B. 

I am from a shared identity.


Always together, never apart. 

School for one, meant school for two,

But get ready for college round two to start.

Once hand - in - hand, must now let go.


With the mirror I see someone like me.

Without the mirror I see someone like me.

Time to break free.

This poem is about: 
My family


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