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"Who I am and what I want are a secret."

I would be bloody ignorant and childish if I said that nobody understands us.

Which is true.

Or rather,

We simply do not want to be understood.

And by 'we', I meant my sister and I.

We are like two sides of a coin. Me being the rebellious one, always wanting to fight for our rights (and mine as well), willing to go against my parents, me being the vocal one. And then there's my sister; the passive one, the one that keeps it all to herself, swallowing it down, keeping that cold exterior about her to make sure no one worries for her. When bad things happen, I would run and forget, but she will stay on. She'd stand there and endure the blows, afraid to turn coward and run away like me.

She's such a mouse, and I am the loud dog who barks fiercely but flees when things go wrong. Heck, at least she's being honest.

To us, we only have each other. Sure, our parents support us, gives us the love that we both need. But really, in truth, there is just 'us'.

We refuse to be helped, no matter how loud we cry and beg for love. We simply refuse. Why? I know not. It is simply within our nature.

Only we know how we feel.

No one else.