One Day In Your Life

Do you know what it's like to be me? No, I don't think you do. You may think that I have it all. But I don't. Not everything is what it seems. I'm always smiling. On the outside? On the inside? Who knows? I'm jealous, I know that much. Jealous for things I know I can never have. Jealous for stupid things that most people take for granted. Jealous that I can't be one of those people. Jealous even, of you.

Why? Well, why not? Honestly. If you actually took a good, hard look at what it's like to be me; maybe you wouldn't ask that question. Or maybe you would; I don't know. Maybe you'd like what you saw. I know I don't. Tell you what I see? Okay.

I see me, who is only me; and can never be anyone else. I see me, who always gets mistaken for someone else. I see me; who is putting on a facade for the rest of the world. Yes, I may be a triplet. But so what? Does everyone always need to ask me what it's like? I don't know any other way of life. I'm not any different from anyone else. But maybe I am; and that's why I feel this way.

You've never been mistaken for anyone before. Been called by the wrong name; as a joke, or even as an honest mistake. You've never had a girl like you, simply because you looked like your brother; and she couldn't have him. You've never been compared to someone, or expected to be just like someone; just because of the way you look or sound.

I'm not Bob. I never have been and I never will be. Why can't people accept that; and take me for who I am?

I sighed as I watched Scott sleep. God Scott, what I would give for one day in your life...