My Worst Enemy Poem by Michelle Guza

The world passes by
No witnesses to see
I’m stuck in the middle
I’m my own worst enemy.
I’m losing my way in
In the wrong direction
I look in the mere
And see only imperfection.
Nothing seems right
In the life that I live
Nothing seems good enough
In the effort I give.
I wanna look at myself
And see somewhat glory
But instead I don’t
I see the long haunting story.
Being my worst enemy
Is hard to overcome
I wonder why
I wanna be perfect to some.
I have these feelings
Feelings so strange
I see how it hurts you
I want so much to change.
I’m slow to trust
And slower to love
I wanna let go of the past
And stand above.
I see as you get madder
My pulse rate will start to raise
Convincing myself
That this pain is just a phase.
Tears always stream down
As my body begins to shake
I’m just wondering
why imperfection is a mistake.
Does being my worst enemy
Make me wrong
Does imperfection
Mean that when weak I cant be strong?
I’m not perfect
Farther then it may seem
Just wanna be the girl
of your dreams.
I’m my enemy
Where did this start
Just want you to see
What things tare me apart.
I’m my own worst enemy
What do you think?
I wanna change for you so bad
I changed for you before you could blink.