I look into the mirror, reflection of myself, but all that i can see, is the past of someone else. Her mistakes, are now all mine, her troubles, trials too. Just because we look the same, with similar points of view. As shocking as it may be, there's two of us, not one. sometimes double trouble, sometimes twice the fun. They think I'll do what she did, right on the very dot, they think that I'll do something, like someone whom I'm not. I may be of her bloodline, carry her DNA, but i am me, and me alone, no matter what you say. We look the same and sound the same, that can't be denied, We're very hard not to relate, no matter how I try Mannerisms, thought processes, theories like no other, all thought we are a lot alike, I AM NOT MY MOTHER.