It's quite unusual to be a twin;

Sometimes you feel you just can't win.

Whatever you get, you have to buy two,

One for your sister and one for you.

Everything you get you have to share,

And after a while, you just don't care.

Often you want to be alone,

But when you look up, there is your clone.

You never say "I", it's always "We",

It's one for my siter and one for me.

Even your birthday you can't claim,

You must share it with your sister; what a shame.

There's no use complaining, that's for sure,

You could be one of many but that's no cure.

Just look on the bright side and persevere,

Things just have to be better next year.