Identical down to the bone, my spitting image.

Glossy, plastic smiles meet us,

We both see who they think is prettier.

She smiles when they really say it,

She smiles mysteriously.

And that's it —

Mystery.

She's had it down since forever,

That simple, seductive mystery.

It starts as appealing, fascinating,

By 12 it's a beacon to boys.

Identical down to the bone, my spitting image.

Attentive, mesmerized eyes watch us,

We both see who they're really on.

She flips her hair back when they stare,

She flips her hair back charmingly.

And that's it —

Charming.

She's savvy socially,

She says the perfect thing at the perfect time,

She suppresses any nastiness,

And balances it out with

Just the right amount of sass;

Attitude and sarcasm spew from her lips on cue,

With that flirty, friendly wink.

Identical down to the bone, my spitting image.

Sister,

Sweetie,

Hun,

Doll face,

Darling,

Honey.

She patronizes people,

They lap it up,

She snaps at people,

They accept their mistake,

She taunts people,

They bow down,

She blackmails people,

They bend over backwards,

She lies to people,

They believe her,

She's the queen.

She's my sister.

I understand why.

And she forces me into her shadow,

She's scared I'll spill her secrets.

Identical down to the bone, my spitting image.