The Opposite

A girl who finds out who exactly she is.

I found someone who was exactly like me

In every way, shape, and form

We did everything together

Never left each other's side

Never broke apart

Sometimes I didn't want to be with her

Like it was to suffocating

I didn't understand what she was capable of

Until one night

When she cut her wrists

And started to cry

We were no longer the same

We were the opposite

Then looking at the mirror

Staring back at me

Was that girl who was exactly the same

That girl was me

I was shocked with myself

I became the opposite

Author's Note

I like the idea of this poem and it took me a while to figure out, but I think that I finally got it right. reviews?(:

Reviews

[The Lost One]

Wow, in a good way.