Random Poems

Looking through my soul

There's that kid again, who looks sort of like you. Well, That's what people always say. They either copy you, want to follow you, or dislike you as much you you dislike them. You guys always argue and push each other's buttons. Then, one day that kid leaves and your all alone. That person who was with through everything. That could of actually understood you, if only they tried harder, or if they stayed longer. If only your sibling could have been there...