My enemy is kept close
My only enemy left is myself
No one to displace the spring of hate
If he stood across and challenged me
I would surely fight
I would combat with reckless abandon
And thoroughly push to win
I think I will
Every night, though, it is only the mirror
It is only myself that suffers the combat
The combat springing from hate
It is simply innate
I berate myself verbally, sometimes physically
whenever my feelings of hate are too intense
But I only hate myself. I only hate myself, never anyone else.
Am I narcissist?
I don't think so. I think I'm just lonely.
Maybe though
Copyright © THOMAS LIARDON | Year Posted 2024
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