Worst Enemy

I used to be so mad at her.

I couldn’t even look at her for too long.

I would just notice all of her flaws.

The feeling burned inside me, tears always swelling in my eyes.

We were supposed to be good friends.

She had everything she could have wanted.

Why wasn’t she happy? Why did she zone out all the time?

Being your own worst enemy is a challenge unlike any other.

But I got the help that I needed. I’m not mad at her anymore.