When I was five I sat in a plane waiting on the runway. Leaving behind everything I knew, and you standing waving at me. I tried to stay, to open the window so the plane couldn’t take off.
You stare Inspecting my face, Scrutinizing Every detail. Then you grin And you’re my evil twin, Daring me; Because we’re the same, But you’re Just a bit more brave,
I caught a glimpse Of her and She spoke to me. The doll, With her pale Porcelain skin, Sat up high, Alone. On a shelf, Covered in cobwebs, Her pretty painted smile, And glistening
Sometimes I worry About your restlessness, Always looking For something you do not see- Something you call happy. You seem unsettled Itchy feet always running, Head down, Moving on