I'M My Enemy

Immune to judgement; 

I run away from my happy days,

can't believe I could have hapiness too.

though words hurt a lot more,

they heal a lot more too.

There are days when i feel most alive,

im too scared to disturb that beehive

that sphere of my life.

I wish to change, 

want new beginnings;

but what if the stings kill me before i can see it?

I search for some semblance of humanity,

but all i see is clouds of vanity 

repelling each other since we're all the same

I dont know what to say.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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