I was too blind, trusting the ones I shouldn't,
She wasn't like me, she had her one eye open,
I was busy breaking every rule,
She played by the books and used every rule.
She wasn't like me, I wasn't like her,
We were born different, how can we be sisters?
We were born different but we are still sisters.
I was born with rebellious streak, I questioned everything I see,
She wasn't like me, she was easy to please or that what it seems,
She is well put together,
I'm basically a conundrum,
One day: a man told me, "She is a sky and you are the land,"
We are that different, how can we be sisters,
True! I'm oblivious of social cues,
She is master in everything social, so much that she's like a pro.
Who knows! Why are we so different?
But we still are sisters.
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Qiza's Soul
PoetryDroopy eyes, dead inside. Maybe I should really die. Letting it slide, cursing my mind, Pretending to be nice, all the damn time. Can I really say I tried?
