We Are Not The Same

We are not the same.  Mirror images, yes. Identical of face, yes.  Identical of heart, no. 

Others find it hard to comprehend us, I know.  They are blind, cannot see beyond their eyes, cannot see that below the surface lie different hearts, different souls, different minds.  And yet I find it difficult myself.  I know your thoughts, even when I do not share them; I feel your pain, even when it is not my own.  I love you, my brother, and could never bear to be parted from you, yet I chafe to be myself.

We are not the same.