Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Hate

I hate that I look like you

People have said it all my life

I'm your twin

I never saw it

Defiantly refused to see it

But now I do

And I hate it

I hate that my hair is just the right shade of red

My eyes the perfect shade of green

My sunken cheeks and high bone structure

My height

My smile

My voice

I hate it all because it's not mine

It's yours

And as badly as I wish I didn't I hate you too

I hate that I can't look in the mirror and not see you

I hate that you are the first thing the world sees in me

And I hate that this bothers me so badly

I hate that this is yet another thing you've tainted

I hate that I hate you

I hate that look like you

And that makes me hate me too.