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