The Enemy

She tried to push her emotions down Consuming externals seemed to help ease her pain She cried herself to sleep most nights Convinced, nothing in her life would ever change The emotions, she had left them unattended They just grew larger overtime Being a victim, she effortlessly blamed others In an attempt to cleanse her troubled mind She worked hard to distract herself Yet there was something beneath the surface, driving her pain That's the irony of avoidance Avoidance ensures the pain remains She frantically push the thoughts down into the darkness Unaware, the mind is not blind Suppression leads to perturbation Morning, noon, and night Only time can provide a space For honest reflection of the suppressed words It allows for an opportunity to take responsibility And utilize the sincere advice you fought, and never heard Finally, she had met the true enemy It was the voices she tried to deny She realized, no matter who you try to blame You have to start with the voice inside Recovery can be a long hard road Victimization can appear to be our destiny But the moment we acknowledge, not suppress, the voice inside Taking ownership sets us free “We have met the enemy and he is us” Pogo