Bottom Of The Bridge ( Compilation of Proses )

xx. first side

Can you tell who is who?
We have the same face, the same clothes and the same smile.
We are inseparable
We are twins!

Can you spot the difference?
Who has the longest hair and who has the shortest?
We have the same sparkle in the eyes
We are inseparable
We are twins!

Is this really a good thing?
Why I must always be like her?
Why do I have to follow her steps
They said I can reach my dreams
If I chase hers.

But I am a human.
I have my own desire
She has hers
But her favorite color is pink, and my hue is blue
She is a genius and I was an outcast
She is liked by everyone while I clapped with the people who cheered for her.

How can I follow someone that seems unreachable?
How can I step forward when she's already in front?
I look like an army, while she's in the frontline, being the general that will be praised soon if she wins the war.

But something shocks me
An invisible string felt like it was pulled out of me.
Or is it a connection from someone that I shared womb's with?

I felt it, her eternal scream
Her hoarse voice that keeps on echoing
But her lips were shut, her smile were pure
How could this girl so gentle and so patient had so much rage inside?

Did I see it differently?
I thought I knew her when in fact, i don't.
She never knew what I felt either.
How can we live and share so many things with someone that is always has been a stranger to us?

What is this pain that I heard?
The invisible cry, asking for help
The unheard scream, telling "I'm not okay"
All of this, in just one string, I feel it.

The other side of the coin.