my enemies exist
on the inside.
no one sees them,
not even me.
they always want to
fuck everything up.
all the positive energy
right out the window.
they couldn’t give
a single shit, either.
they just want
to see me fail.
they want to
ruin my progress.
they want me to
feel so useless.
they want me to
question myself.
they want me to
never be happy.
never feel satisfied
with anything i do.
never feel like
i’m functional.
never enjoy any
of my work, ever.
now look what
they fucking did.
i just want to
stop feeling bad.
is it really
that hard?
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