My Worst Enemy

 

My Worst Enemy

 

I fight, I cut, I scratch, and I bleed,

I hurt, I scream, all the pain inside me,

I thrust out into the dark abyss of my soul.

 

I burn, I wound, I claw and I need,

To bring down the demons,

That terrify me.

 

When I stop and I stand still, I see my enemy,

My hands grasping its throat, strangling,

She is me.

 

© T. L. Gabbert