Enemy
By: spbulma
My enemy is the worst kind there is. No; he is not a demon, nor a barbaric tyrant. My enemy is not even close to those words. My enemy is strong, yes. His strategy is very well planned out. First, he starts with a look, a stare. Then he smiles, as if daring you to become close to him. Though it may appear innocent, do not be fooled; that's part of his plan.
My enemy is calm and carefree. He embraces death and does not fear it. You must be very cautious around my enemy; do not let your guard down, or else he will slowly overtake you with his trusting self.
My enemy is not your average enemy.
As I mentioned before, his strategy is different. My enemy is not vengeful. My weaknesses are his strengths. No matter how hard I try, he seems to know what I feel, even though I am good at concealing it.
I have cursed my enemy; he is always ahead of me. He does not let me put an end to my bitter misery on the times I am desperate. In my quest for surpassing him, though, my enemy found a way to overpower me and mold me; it may seem as if I have no choice but to surrender. Though it may appear that my enemy has made nothing out of my life, it was not long ago I realized there is something he has done.
My enemy has managed to bring out the best in me.
Many times I am on the verge of giving in to the pressure and ending everything, but he is always there to remind me of the reasons to live for.
Here he comes again; and as he reaches out for me and smiles...
I thank him for that.