To My Enemy
Maybe I canāt beat you, but you cannot win. Youāve taken so much from me. Youāve taken my joy, but of course. Isnāt that what you do? But no, you arenāt satisfied with just that. You take the parts of me that define me and distort them until nobody can see me anymore. Youāve taken my personality, and with it the thing that matters most to me - my friends. Youāve taken my confidence. Youāve taken my passion, youāve taken my hobbies. Youāve even taken my will to fight you, but you havenāt won. Letās not act like all you do is take, oh yes, you give. You give me fear. Anxiety. Self loathing. Tears. Malice. Sleepless nights. Jealousy of people who can live normally. Terrible thoughts, ones that I myself am afraid of. With all you take, however, thereās only one thing you really want. Take it, and you win, I lose. Thatās not going to happen. Thereās only one way that I can win, and thatās what I intend to do. Maybe I canāt beat you, maybe I canāt even fight you anymore, but thereās no way Iām going to lose. Because you wonāt take my life.
