• I garb myself in blue and yellow to create me in his image. I, like he, am strong and kind, and wear a smile on my lips. Just as he I fight for good, and just as he I fight the bad. But just as he I question who I am.

    Who am I? What am I? What's my purpose. Am I good or am I bad?

    The frown I hide behind my smile, the bright yellow I only wear to brighten the cloudy day. I don't feel good, not once at all, the black is creeping at my being. The gloves I wear hide the scars of hurt, the bangs I use to hide my eyes. No one can see that I am sad, and no one can see that I am nothing.

    I garb myself in blue and yellow to create me in his image. It is he I look up to and only he I cherish, but it is he that looks down upon me because I am not me.

    I am him.

    I strip myself of the blue and yellow and instead replace with black and grey. Who I am, I do not know, but who I was, was he. He hated me for being a clone, but would he love me for being me?

    I hope so.

    So I hide my smile behind my frown, and I wear grey to dim the sunny day.

    Was this really such a good choice?

    Now he glares at me and tells me nothing. Now I am nothing, who used to be nothing more than a clone, now nothing more then a shell. I hide my eyes behind my hair, because, well, I am sad.

    Because, well, I loved him.