My worst Enemy
I see you
You are so tired, worn out, weak
I look upon you
Your eyes seem to speak
They question, they stare, they pry
Do they really see
Sometimes they laugh; sometimes they cry
Living in reality; dreaming in fantasy
I see you
But do you see me as you stare back with doubt
Perhaps with contentment; perhaps with fear
Is it just an illusion; a mystery to figure out
Or are your senses clear
I see you
My dear reflection
Trying to
Find the balance between love, lust, affection
Do I like what I see
Yes I do
An inner me
My best friend
Or my worst enemy
Dying to get through
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