Worst Enemy of Mine

The Worst enemy of mine, is not a bully, is not my boss, The Worst enemy is me. For the reason why, is that I've been hiding inside, while everyone else is free. But when I was young, in my days of School. Everyone told me I was no good, and a crazy one who stood. With those people saying what they thought, I believed them, and they took control over me. While I knew who I was, Not a crazy person, but a loving gentle soul. People still gave that look to me. Those thoughts made me hide myself, and those people never saw who I was, but made up who they wanted, and I Believed. With those years behind me, I hid myself so deep, that its hard to come out, or even to believe. I am my worst enemy, for I let others, make who they wanted. But not me. While I know who I am, I saw my real self come, when one person, believed in me. When I come out, its the best feeling in the world, but I cannot do it alone. But I know I'm still here. With what I know, is my Heart is big, and can weather any storm. But just one. Even though I loved, And its going no where, the person within, is going back in. Making it harder to see. I know this well, and trying my hardest, but I fear if I let this go, it will bite me in the rear. Oh well here I go on and on, Just the thoughts hitting the paper. Even though one person can make a difference, I know its up to me. But my thoughts go on and on, giving all this hope and dreams, Knowing that its only a Dream, if only I could be in that Dream forever. And Be the One, whos me.