So alike we are.
So alike we are, we say.
We smile, staring, unmoving.
And we say no more.
Because we wonder,
if maybe we are so alike,
that we don't want to know.
If maybe our sins look alike.
If maybe what we hide
is darker than the other's.
If maybe what we bury
deep inside the recesses of our souls
isn't as dark as the other's.
If maybe our smiles
hide the mistakes of misspent youth
Or the keen sting of regret
Or if they don't
Because behind the smiles,
lurk the demons,
and we wonder.
But dare not say.
How alike we are.
-from my blog, ellewarewriting.blogspot.com
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Elle Ware
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