I used to believe we were one in the same,
Because we shared so much in common.
Or so it seemed.
But now I realize that I am not you.
Nor anything like you.
For I do not envy my shadow.

Our long talks, our intriguing conversations;
None of it was true; You were decietful.
You pretended to share my views.
You entangled me in your web of manipulation.
And for a long time I was traped: convinced.
To you I emptied my soul; but to you I did not matter.

Finally I embraced reality and escaped from your web.
It was early; the sun just beginning to rise.
We walked along the sidewalk; me listening, you talking.
You spoke of you insecurities, your appearance, and the latest trends.
But this is not why I hate you; that is not in my nature.
For what you said next is why I hate you:

"I envy my shadow," you said, eyes plastered to the ground.
"I envy it's perfection."
Your own words were the sharp shards which desecrated your web.
It was then that I realized who you really are.
You are NOT me; you are not even remotely like me.
You hide behind a mask; the mask of an outcast.

You carry on as though nothing has changed.
But I am not traped anymore.
Your silky threads no longer bind my eyes shut.
I see your true self; your core.
You are just like the others: the ones who laugh at my expense, those who judge without knowing.
Though you may try, you can never catch me again; for I have flown out of your reach.