Sisters

Sadly, my sis and I appear the same. Though I'm older by a year and a half, she is taller and has achieved more fame. Minds apart, when one falls, the other laughs. In the War of our Worlds, she's not my kin One that evil is a Martian I fear A human wouldn't be so cold within Nor fustrate me until I start to tear But maybe I deserve what she's dished out I might expose her secrets now and then Or blame her when my innocence bears doubt Sins I know, but I swear, she's worse times ten! Still she is my sister, Martian or not And a sister's love might be all we've got