The worst enemy is inside.
The darkest shadow becomes powerful with age.
When I find myself inside,
the depths of a disheartening me,
I'll know there is no better place,
than in the arms of this most
terrifying enemy.
When I say "I'll love him",
I say "He does not love you".
So to and fro
I will go,
between what I choose
to be real
and the endless potential of failure
than my other half propagates.
This choice we all must make,
to embrace the one we hate
within ourselves,
and calm our own unsteady seas,
or be forced to deal
with every unpleasantry,
our mind will readily refuse.
