Blood

I never see you
when I look in the mirror.
People always say we look alike,
I don't see it.
I thought I could deny you
pretend that your blood
doesn't course through my veins
pretend that we've never met.
It's not that I never tried
to love you;
believe me I did.
Sometimes I get tired
of pulling your yoke
all the time--
my back aches.
But as much as I try,
I can't even sit
and eat breakfast alone
without you interrupting
arguing with you in my head.
You'll never understand, will you?
Who could blame either of us.