Tarnished

Sweetness and vulnerability.

Sharing so much of me,

With little left to give.

Anything and all you need.

This, the very essence of me.

Mistaken claims of sincerity.

Actually, lies once told by me.

The twin,

You thought you knew.

Truth or imaginary?

This, the very brand of me.

Which is it you prefer I be?

The mirror is tarnished.

Polish it,

Won’t you please?

Stop pretending you see so clearly.

Justly, I believed your stories in my mind.

This, the very darkness in me.

A stranger,

To everyone who sees me.

Loving? Caring? Giving?

The truth is…

I’m selfish.

Who do you see?

Me or your twin?

This, the very essence of me.