checked through the man on the mirror..
asking the questions beyond my weird thought.
my enemy…who are you..i murmured, while trying to take that courage in facing my fears (talk)
the more i try to look at the mirror, the more i see a so called confused being
are you listening, i asked…with all anger written upon my worried face
i am mean, yes …i know that to be a fact…
but, i am just tired of hurting those around me
my enemy is really winning the battle i caused
my enemy can only be found within
hmmm, had to sigh while leaving the man on the mirror…since he tend to be his own worst enemy.
my enemy is me.