It’s like looking in a mirror—
The same Hershey Chocolate brown hair

that falls just past our shoulders
The same deep blue eyes

that turn dark with fury when they see the tauntings of bullies
The same pale pink lips

that constantly have words spilling from them.
Even turned inside out—
We’re practically the same—
Similar hearts willing to give everything they have to

those they love
Similar brains as they work hard figuring out new solutions

to old problems
Similar aches to help everyone in need and to always

cheer for the underdog

But we’re also different—
My hand can’t gracefully graze the paper and produce

a beautiful picture as hers can
I can’t trust everyone in the same open way she can
My voice can’t carry the wonderful, gorgeous,
tones that hers can

She’s crazy, emotional, funny, cunning,
Eager, smart, annoying, loyal, and caring
She’s the person I love more than anyone else in the world
And yet she’s who makes me the angriest.

She’s my best friend—
She’s—my little sister