The Enemy in the Mirror

The Enemy in the Mirror

Some days I hate you.

Most days I can’t stand you.

My only competition in this race called life,

And all my efforts are to sedate you.

Frustrate you

Make you unhinged

Beat you at mind games

Play and toy with your emotions

As I pull and tug your chains.

Attempting to make you go insane

And self-destruct

Running amok

Dangling a carrot in front of your face

Only promising success to you by luck.

As I tempt you and trick you

Lie to you and hide from you

While I circumvent your every persuasion

Causing your constant hesitation.

Your constant bouts with trepidation

Can only lead to one explanation

That your wounds are the fruition

Of another man’s premeditation.

So I’ll boast high and wide

That my trophy will suffice

Even though it foreshadows the man whose winnings

May turn to demise.

Even though we collide

I take pride in beating this guy

The biggest loser of all time

And my most favorite of goodbyes.

The itch I can’t wait to scratch

The birth place or hatch

Of my most diabolic schemes and plots

Aimed at the brim of his hat.

But how long must I dis-join my body’s different members

To strike this opponent

Leaving him under my surrender?

He doesn't even fight me back

Not a single swing or punch

I've tried making him cough up

His yesterday’s lunch.

But he doesn't even buy it

All the while I feel his cold hard stare

As I attempt to thrust him in the air

And send him air borne

Crashing to the concrete

Helpless in defeat

I even try to rub dirt in his face

As gravel crackles under my feet.

Vibrant am I

Never discreet

As I raise my hands in victory

Only to be standing over a man

That will always look like me.