My Own Worst Enemy
How can I defend
That I'm my own worst friend?
Everything that happens badly
Is because of me sadly.
I made loved ones afraid
Till they no longer stayed.
So I've lost my family.
Now I sleep with my money.
And how will I atone?
Well, I'm living alone.
And now the real irony…
I live with my enemy.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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