Sister

I stop myself at times, when my reactions become yours. I feel the least like you when I am sad, because that's the only part you never shared with me.

Sister. Where do you end and where do I begin? I don't know what I am without you.

And I hate to say it, but... maybe I should have swallowed the bitter pill and let you overrule me. Because finding my way without you is impossible when you're already guiding me in my head.