Two

How is it that you know me? So well? You know when I’m happy. You know when I’m hurting. You know when I’m angry. You can tell just by looking at me. How do you see? See past my walls? I built them strong. Unbreakable, or close enough. Not see-through. You seem to just pass through them. Like they aren’t there. I can talk to you about anything. You seem to just sidestep the walls. Like everyone’s trying to figure, “How do I conquer this?” You just walk around. Is it because we know each other? We know what the other is going through? How can I talk to you, But not my family? Are we two of a kind?