i have an enemy,
that can sow through my happiness and reap out my pain,
one that can make me inferior,
but let me hide away in fear,
in my own thoughts if...
only if that enemy of mine could have a knife,
slowly my enemy would have jabbed it through my heart,
smiling as the terrible pain gradually gets more and more intense
thinking
how could the shedding of someones blood bring so much peace
pleasure
yet pain
as i stood there awaiting the presence of my enemy
not acknowledging the mirror before me
just realizing ,putting the finally touches to the crystal clear vision of my enemy,
who indeed was only
and only could be
Me