Through the eyes of your own blood

All that really matters
is how other people feel
you end up being such a fake
and you're not even real.

They determine your reputation
hey, "you're outgoing"
you must be cool
but in the eyes of your own sister
you're a complete and udder fool.

Everyone says you're prettier
but do they even give me a chance
They look at both of us
and dictate who's better
by what? a simple glance?

You act like you have done "stuff"
for the assurance by all the boys
do you think this is some sort of contest
you use them like they're toys

You have secret handshakes
you flirt with my boyfriend too,
everyone seems to remember your name
but when it comes to me, It's like who are you.

A narrower face
the "perfect" body
and even the prettiest eyes

One happy twin
one sad twin...
the one that always cries.

By, Amanda