Worst Enemy

My mind is a manipulative narcissist,

and it feeds on its host.

It distorts mirrors and shames me with its results.

It turns every conversation into an interrogation

that makes me doubt the truth in every utterance.

It knows my deepest fears and weaves them into

the pictures of my should-be-bright future.

It digests emotion and spews it back out in a

mess of half-recognizable thoughts.

My mind is a prison and

I want to escape.