My greatest enemy is a sly one, one who only likes to come out to kick me when I'm down. She hides in corners, slinking about in the shadows, waiting, with an evil and malicious glint in her eyes. In moments when I'm about to break, she pounces, savoring the thrill of the hunt, and the sweet, bitter taste of my despair. Every word I say, she says right back. Only on the return, they're sharp and dripping with poison.
"You're not good enough" she says.
"You're not smart enough" she says.
"Everything you make, do, or say is simply garbage. You'll never make it to the top, and you'll never win. You will forever be nobody."
These words, they hurt. They sting and they burn. My sensitive composure causes the tears to fall, and I sit there quietly crying to myself. She's not done though, not in the slightest. But this time, instead of tainting my own words, she sits back and uses her own. They're strong words, full of frustration, anger, and well, reality.
"Oh, now you're crying? Please, you have no right to cry. The world is filled with people who are worse off than you, filled with those whose problems are more complex than yours. Don't look at me like that, you know it's true. Just look at your friends, the ones who have issues at home, or even with themselves. If anyone has the right to cry, it's them. So get the fuck over yourself."
And with that, she stops, always knowing just how much I will take without lashing back. Her face pulls itself into a maniacal grin, as she slinks back into the shadows. That's her favorite place to be, her personal domain, somewhere where it's dark and quiet. You probably can't see her, but I know she's there. And I'd warn you to watch out for her, but she wears such a cleaver mask…you would never know.
Very few have actually seen her, maybe only one or two. So I guess this makes me the lucky one, the big grand prize winner. Because you see, I get to see her every day, every time I look into a mirror. She never shows herself, but I know she's there, since I can see her eyes within my own.
I guess simply put, my greatest enemy is myself.