My Greatest EnemyMy 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? P