My Worst Enemy
I try, I really do
But it never seems enough
It plagues my mind, Day and night
The voice just won’t shut up.
I constantly want more
But at the same time, want less
My thoughts are never satisfied
Contradiction at its best.
The idea is introduced
The world seems to stop
My head starts to pound
Do I do it, or not?
If I were to give in to it
Happiness would come first
But with all my control lost
The despair would start to burst.
I’d be a car without brakes
No ability to regulate
The memory of me speeding
Will haunt me for days.
But if I resist the temptation,
The battle is not won
Deep down I know the truth
Of what could be done.
The rumbling pain in the pit
It will never go away
It just follows me around
As the energy begins to fade.
So here I am, stuck
One step forward, one step back
I want to move on
Yet I long for the past
I am unhappy most days,
Constantly sitting on the edge
I cannot fight my worst enemy
As it’s the voice inside my head.
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