They aren’t the only ones who don’t understand me. I don’t understand me. Two different lives with different priorities. Two who are different but the same. Two different personalities that define who you are. But what happens if you don’t know who you are?
Their problems, their secrets. They send chills down my spine. They make you grow up before you want to and make decisions you shouldn’t have to. This is not how it’s supposed to be.
Let one forget her priorities and worries, let her live life how she is supposed to. Think, 
Think, Think they say when I sleep. They never stop.
When I’m done living how I’m supposed to and think about my life at home, I can’t help but be thankful for the people who gave me life. When there is nothing left to do, I think. Two who learned how to compromise. Two who learned to balance each other. Two who learned to live as one.