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Its me again

Poetry By: Shawna
Young adult

the enemy is oneself.

Submitted:Jan 30, 2012    Reads: 16    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

You know you may think of someone when i say enemy,

Someone always comes to mind when you say bully. The image of that person is someone i see every morning, in the mirror. I believe that ones enemy is oneself. We know how much we can do and when we push ourselves to go that extra mile we soon loose then we beat ourselves up about it. The battle goes on inside our head, you could of done better, why did you do that, or how could you? I go to sleep at night praying that someone would care enough to help me through this rough time, but no answer so far. When i look in the mirror all i can think about is the brown eyed girl staring back into my eyes. With so many hatred insid i soon begin to wonder if the girl is ok? I find myself writing these notes to remind myself that i failed at it once again, but the pain is sometimes so visible that i wonder does anyone else know what i'm going through? Sometimes i wonder do they even care? My biggest enemy is not a villian it is me.


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