Enemy
You said I wasn’t good enough,
It became my doctrine,
I conceived and gave birth to your lies;
The mental toxins,
Low self esteem living in my life rent free,
Afraid of being made fun of and how they tease,
School girl in a grown woman’s body disease,
I blamed you for years but now I see, that all along, the enemy is me.
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