Doth My Love Beit He?

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.