Everyone says I look like my sister
But I don't
I have blue eyes to her green
A broken smirk to her stunning smile
I am smaller, simpler, more fragile
Ordinary, caged, sensitive
All we share are our freckles
Which look like an accident on me
But intentional and endearing on her
I don't laugh with the night
I am not adored by crowds
I don't drive faster than angels fly
Or have daisies in my soul
I am the quiet one
The roots underneath
While she is the flower
The wallpaper no one notices
Even when it is taken down
I am the sun when it hides behind the clouds
While she is lightning
The beauty of the storm
My friends adore my sister
And she is my mother's favorite
I don't blame them
Whenever we talk on the phone
She always hangs up first
And I always stay on the line
Whenever I am with her
I am always following
And she is always leaving me behind