A big hello to everyone in this great community of #steemschools full blessings to all and a big hug
It hurts me to want to be like you and not know how, to try to achieve your ideals with hardly any energy to get out of bed.
I am lazy. It costs me my life to wake up before ten o'clock, to do something regularly, even to take a shower. I am lazy to dress, so I sleep with my clothes on, it is tiring for me to choose what to wear, when I have no other left, so I open the closet and put on the first thing that falls on ... And to iron or mention it. The wrinkle is beautiful and, after a while, even the ironing does not look like it.
I am very comfortable, they have to give me everything done, so I feed myself with prepared dishes that do not even force me to use a plate. I have a lot of time left over, they tell me to study, do something, exercise, read, think ... But I prefer to sleep, doze, nap.
It hurts me that they compare me with you for being twins, that they pretend that identity that is not given in us. It is as if at birth you had absorbed all the energy that was destined for me.
You were born strong, screaming at the top of your lungs, my later arrival, a few minutes later, was slow, it required the use of forcep, the incubator.
Only equal in the physical aspect, two opposite faces in the way of being.
For me it was very comfortable. I'm just the reserve, a replacement for you in case something happens to you. Everyone adores you, what you touch you turn into gold, admired, dear, it is celebrated every day of your existence, as if I were not part of that mystery of multiple pregnancy.
We were both sharing everything before we were born. We were aware and cared for with the same precision.
Both desired, a wait that everyone dreamed of seeing arrive.
But something happened, when your energy was born it absorbed mine to the point of almost killing me.
We don't talk about it, in fact, we hardly ever do. It is as if we knew that we were rivals more than brothers.
That is why I find it monstrous that, at this point, we are compared to make me the dark side of yours lucky.
I'm lazy, I get tired of fighting for what I think is mine, but the truth is that I think you deserve it before I do. So I let myself be carried away by the routine that Mom has decided for me and, in the meantime, I do my best to be the most opposite of you.
I have dyed my hair, dressed in dirty, ugly clothes, I wear pirouettes, I travel on a scooter ... And our parents do not know how to understand that destructive rebellion.
The psychologist is a soft guy who says obvious things while looking at his watch to charge more.
Uncle amuses me, he is a bit like me, a fool who does just enough to survive.
I want to be like you, to be you, but for that I have no other choice. And nobody sees it coming, not even the psychiatrist who relies on some pills that, of course, I don't take.
Money can do anything for you. Your wishes can come true. And I wanted to live my brother's successful life, yours
It took a while, I had to change my hair, lose weight, pay attention to your way of speaking, moving, saying.
Pay attention to your tastes, hobbies, everything that makes you adorable.
When I knew what it was like, then my brother disappeared. It was not a crime. For them it was me, the madman who was treating the psychiatrist, the one who had disappeared.
I love being like you, I love being you.
Author:@wiliangel
Thank you very much for reading my publication I hope you like it without much more to say I say goodbye
