The reflection of a girl who regarded herself with disdain
regularly featured on the walls of an inner city train,
Her secret tears mirrored the melancholic song of the external rain,
Longing to wash away the months of torment, criticism and pain,
To be free of her life that had become unbearably mundane.
Her social encounters would always consist of unhealthy comparisons,
An unfortunate consequence of being an identical twin,
“You’re the image of your sister!”, “Your interests must be akin!”
But their bitter distaste for the truth made her miserable in her own skin,
And her quest for personal happiness seemed like an impossible game to win.
Her failure to emulate her sister’s success was tough for her family to envisage,
Now they saw her as only playing second fiddle, the runt, just her twin’s spitting image,
Their chide remarks and resentful glares had left her own hopes diminished,
She was sorry that she wasn’t their golden child, not their picture-perfect image,
Not like her abundantly cherished sister, instead just abundantly blemished.
Before her stood a strange girl, tired of taking insults on the chin,
Suffocating in a world of copycats, with no choice but to give in,
But she realised she was born to be individual, and couldn’t let the critics win,
And though the frown lines and dark circles told the sad tale of where she had been,
She would look forward to that blissful destination where her life could begin.
It was time to send that image of another girl, that poor, weak girl, up in flames,
She would no longer be the same old girl stuck on the same old train,
No longer that misjudged disaster, that doormat, that disappointment, that pain,
Giving up on those who had given up on her, she’d break those unforgiving chains,
Now a girl free to find her true destiny, she would regain control of the reins.