How I see things with your eyes.
How you broke a bone and made me a social handicap.
How you infected my blood with that clean disease.
How I am guilty of everything I hate about you.
How I am afraid of being just like you when I grow old.
How we like the same kind of food.
How I even look like you.
Maybe all these years of her unresponsiveness to me,
was jealousy instead of the lack of love or acceptance.
How we always talk among ourselves,
and not include her as part of the conversation.
How she got used to not being part of us,
and drifted away.
How she is trying to tell us that we have been so unfair to her.
Well we will never know,
being unaffectionate detached unloving
is really not the best package to good communication.
Having a good eyesight is.
I guess we are all trying.
Trying to mend that gap trying to make up those lost years.
Trying to act as one trying to act like a Family.