At first I was protecting her, so I put her in shadows,

but later I was protecting myself from her, and she became the shadow.

She was reckless with her heart, so it used to shatter more often than not,

I didn’t want my heart to break, so I didn’t let her have a say,

They said, they used to be like her, but not with awe, but condescension,

I felt her being seen as weak, so I tried to be everything but her.

She used to see unconditional love as a virtue, and I experienced it to be a vice so hopeless.

Trust me, I was trying to protect her, but never knew, she would become my hostage.

She could never speak or have a say again.

I saw her as pure, too pure for this world,

Yet I started to see her from their eyes.

I saw a pathetic, naïve, emotional, hopelessly loving girl, who is too weak to be their equal.

The games they play, she never stood a chance,

I too found myself being repulsed by her, exactly as they were.

Though I burned the ground, they were playing on,

I still kept her jailed, as if, it was her,

who was the reason of my pain.

I burned the bridge, which led them to me and her,

but I feel, I also tried to burn the bridge between me and her.

I made her my shadow, because I was so afraid of her,

I was protecting her, but never was able to accept her.

She became someone I am ashamed of, ashamed of her big heart,

and more ashamed that she couldn’t play their games and never was their match.

I lost the sight, blinded by the pain and shame,

I was angry with her, that she was not a player, as they were.

I was angry with her, as she couldn’t hit back, and just took the hits.

I know I was trying to protect her, but I was born from her,

She created me, to protect her,

She is not my shadow, I was hers.

We were always meant to compliment each other,

I could never exist, if it was not for her.

I now, invite her out of the shadows,

We need each other, as the light needs the darkness,

Enantiodromia, me and her,

Together, creating a sharper version of us.