The Other

You made me this way
Shaped me with your words
Like crude tools - hammering and chipping
You made me the other
With your faded ideas
Your improper plans of who I should be
-according to you
So I became the other
The counterbalance of you
Because without it you cannot exist
You need the other
So that you can be self
You made me who I am
So that you could hate me
So that you could love yourself

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