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In the tapestry of friendship, once bright and bold, We stood as mirrors, our likeness told. But as time unfurled, cracks appeared, And the bond we cherished slowly veered. Twins they saw, in our shared grace, Yet now it feels like a suffocating embrace. "Do they see me, or just your guise?" Lost in the echoes of their cries. Once a joy, now a burden to bear, Trapped in your shadow, gasping for air. A clone of you, in their eyes so keen, Longing to break free, from the unseen. Love and hate entwine in the past's embrace, As memories fade, leaving a trace. Acceptance blooms in the silence's song, Strangers now, where once we belonged. But why this accusation, this bitter decree? "A homicidal maniac," you label me. What transgression, what sin to atone, For you to cast me as your foe alone?