My Worst Enemy

My worst enemy
That’s what you are
I can’t tell you what I think
I can’t tell you who you remind me of
I can’t tell you off
And I sure as hell can’t tell if you are
Another one of those things that pop up in life
Like a needle to my balloon.

Are you friend or are you foe
Or am I wasting my time trying to figure out?
I cant touch you
I cant push you away
I cant say no,
You don’t know yes
And I know all of the above.

I hate the fact that you know too much
But hate more that I’ve told you
It boils my blood that it means nothing to you
Or perhaps it won’t for years
As this is my plan, the one I despise

But to what do you owe this gift of mine
The hopes that you won’t turn out like me…
Waiting to meet the next worst enemy.

CP - 3-09-05