I don't own this book and I don't own the characters.
How i'm a total
wreck. Afraid to
let anyone near.
Afraid the'll see
the real me, not
Kaeleigh at all.
I do have friends
but they don't know
me, only someone
I've created to take
my place. Someone
sculpted from ice.
I keep the melted
me bottle up
inside. Where no
one can touch her,
until, unbidden, she
comes pouring out.
She puddles then,
upon tear trodden
ground. I am always
afraid, and i am vague
about why. My life
isn't so awful. Is it?
YOU ARE READING
Identical
PoetryI dont own this book and i dont own the characters. Kaeleigh and Raeanne are identical down to the dimple. As daughters of a district court judge father and a politician mother, they are an all American family on the surface. Behind the facade each...
