We Were Five

Our mother seems to think of us as one. From our hair to our clothes down to our shoes. I could see why she would confuse us for each other, we're identical clones of one another. The only thing separating us are our names and personalities, things that were overlooked by the people around us. To the five of us we clung to those little things, like they were our freedom from each other. We relished in the joy that one day we'd be going our separate ways, to finally become one person and not five carbon copies of each other. We were in tuned with each other that when one of us was hurting or in pain we could feel it...and we did. We felt every heartache, cried when the others were down. We were so use to being compared or mistaken that we resented one another. It was hard to have a voice when we outnumbered each other. Clawing our way out of each other's shadows, wanting to be seen for who we were. Individuals with our own thoughts and ideas but to everyone who knew us or the us they thought they knew, we were five.