I hear the speaker tell the crowd "Each of you is unique"
I hear the sounds of the people who know it to be true

I am deaf to those sounds
I am not one of those people
I am not the Cinderella
The lost orphan
The Dimond in the rough

How can I be unique, with my face on another
how can I be the princess
with my throne built for two

Always depicted as evil
always depicted as inseparable

The same classes
Same friends
Same birthday
Same birthday gifts

Everyone wants to be different
but everyone already is

What if you were half of a whole

What if you were treated
like half of a whole

I would know
I am an identical twin
I am strung to another

by face
by name
by age
by voice
by mind
by DNA
by misconception

constantly compared to her
constantly responsible for her

constantly wishing
I wasn't half of a whole