You’re only doing that
to make me look bad.
You want to embarrass me,
to bring scorn on me.
Why do you hate me that much?

What do you mean, who am I?
I’m who you obsess over,
who you scheme against
all the time. I’m who you envy,
who you want to be…
I’m the one you think about,
the only one you think about.
Do you really not know me?