ALTER EGO

ALTER EGO
Cara Robert she was, called
They all accepted her
I did too
An amazing young lady
Vibrant
Full of life
And resourcefulness
Always ready to talk
And communicated with wise
I could only think twice

She was
An exception
Slow to act
Apt in learning
Giving in yearning
With every second as it moved

But she was
Just
an image
An image of the imperfect me.
She wasn't worthy to be called
Me
She was a nobody
The existence of an
Image nonexistent
She died
The moment she tried to live
I survived

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