I mean, not nose to nose met.
She’s heard a lot about me and vise versa.
We are so alike, so hardly different.
She looks just like me.
Few things vary.
We are twins, I guess.
They say we’re both cute and innocence.
But we live across the ocean.
She sounds and looks just like me.
My double in America.
We’re like Quaxo and Mistoffelees.
When one’s around,
The other’s not.
But are we like Cori and Tan?
Mind linked?
I don't think so.
But I have a feeling that she can see my mind.
But I can't see her's.
I'm not neurotic.
Or am I?
I'm constantly being watched by her.
So I must look and act like her.
I can't think like her!
I can't watch when I hate being watched.
She knows what I think.
She knows my emotions, my hopes, my dreams.
My fears.
My fear of someone watching me.
Snickering at my faults.
She's not so innocence.
We're not really twins.
I'm not guilty of her crime.
She's fearful and I'm full of fear.
She watches me be scared.
And I'm scared all the time.
No, I'm not like Demeter!
I'm not scared.
Oh but she's saying I am.
For I may be Jemima,
But she is Sillabub.
