It's comforting knowing that now my body matches my soul
Not quit empty, somewhat full.
The first breathe I took did not match that of my twin.
As she was already gone and I was to live.
I knew from the beginning something was wrong.
I found myself starring off, motionless.
Where I thought something belong.
My mother always said out loud
Theirs something wrong with that girl.
But no need to worry, no need to fear.
That's just how she is.
By the age of seven my mum told me I had a twin.
She informed me I ate all of the food.
For the longest time I thought I killed her.
I felt different I felt weird. I felt alone in this big world.
Wondering what's wrong with me.
But now I have a official diagnose.
And I have to take many pills.
I feel my body turning on me now.
******,  just when I wanted to live.
What's keeps me alive is killing my will.
Someday I will dance again.
But, maybe not here.