My enemy is....
My enemy is...myself. Why? because at 8 i look in the mirror and smile, fascinated at my own face but now i look and see myself with hate.
I see my mind as the threat, the voice in my head was lurking, and it WASN'T kind.
I see my scars as a prison, people say to draw stars but all i see are metal bars burned in my arms.
I see my identity as an ugly mask, having to hide as if it was a normal task.
I see my future like a curse, knowing it will get worse. all i want is to reverse.
i see people as a fear, feeling like i'm being threatened with a spear every time they are near.
But i see the child i used to be, standing right in front of me, asking me "can you hear me?", but i block it out, as i begin to walk.
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