The Real Enemy by Bella W.

 Why can’t I be her?
Someone everyone loves,
Someone everyone cares about,
Someone who looks perfect
All of the time
Not a hair out of place,
Not a blemish marring their porcelain skin,
Never a person have I met
That I want to be
Except
Her….

 She’s everything I want,
Everything I wish to be,
Everything I could never be,
She’s me,
But at the same instant,
She isn’t.
The me I’ve created,
Manufactured to be flawless.
The me,
Who everyone likes better…
Including me.

 She is there every time
I close my eyes,
She’s there
Waiting
Waiting
Patiently
Waiting
To attack,
To criticize,
To maul the last remnants,
Of my self esteem,
Leave me in ruins,
Doubtful,
Faithless,
Pessimistic, 

She made me this way,
And I made her,
So in a way,
I’m my own worst enemy.