The women would usually
tap my shoulder politely,
Or approach me
With a quirky smile
in order to gain my
my attention.
The men would at least
wait till they were introduced
introduced into
the conversation,
To tell me,
I look just like my mother.

We look alike,
Yes, I know this.
but sometimes
I struggle to comprehend
our resemblance.
So, I carelessly put my faith
in what others say;
Convincing myself
their compliments
are sincere.

Yes, I know.
I know we look alike.
But I always wondered
if we feel alike.
I always wondered,
but I never knew.
It is in her footsteps I hesitantly,
but surely walk.
They say our expressions
are the same.
Our gestures. Our voices.
And that I speak through her lips.
One person told us
I was the the
“clone of her teen years”.
I laugh at this,
and try to believe it.

Life always makes us the one thing
we never want to become.

I know we both
Perform on
A similar stage,
But I always wondered
If she feels the way I feel.


For we are the same person,
Everybody tells us so.
I am her,
And she reacts
As me.
So she must feel the way I feel.
I am almost sure of it.

I know we both have the
same intentions
and I am almost sure
She feels the way i do
And is scared
the way
I am.