We are two sisters.
Our difference is your best key.
I am probably the bigger one
and everything I’m not,
is she.
We have always opposite opinions,
the reason of our loud fights.
And if I start a quarrel with my sister,
surely, you’ll see and hear
our spites.
The root of our conflict is quite old.
(Yes, we’re born in weird family.)
As kids we fought once, so I’m told.
And then what’s left was
only me.