Worst Enemy

The idea that one’s self

Isn’t worthy enough,

Does far more hurt

Than the words or actions

Of another ever could

Thinking such thoughts,

It’s unbearably easy

To fall into despair,

But much harder

To burrow a way out

The darkness engulfs all,

Bearing down, snapping,

Like a rabid dog

Ready to bite

It slinks into the crevices,

All the nooks left unguarded

Soon, it has become

Just another part of you

And when it’s done,

You’re never quite the same,

Emotions and dreams torn away

The damage a mere thought

Can cause,

Effortlessly wrought

In the end, a person’s

Worst enemy,

Is always

Their own mind