My Worst Enemy is...
My worst enemy is my mind.
I constantly worry about the time.
Whether I'm moving too fast or too slow,
or if I'm going where I shouldn't go.
The teenage mind is the worst of all,
constantly dealing with social withdrawal.
Not knowing if I should go or stay,
or if they'd even want me there anyway.
See, as you age, they say you “grow up,”
and you learn to forget and get up.
But for right now, I don't know if that's true,
for I've been this way for a while,
and thinking is all I do.
I worry and mope,
then I stop and I choke.
I hold myself back for the enemy I hate,
and constantly put them first
because they control my fate.
My worst enemy is my mind,
A battle I struggle to leave behind.
This is not just a “phase,”
It's something I face through my days.
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