Worst enemy

You look around
wondering 
hearing
parts of discussions.
Names are being said, 
laughter is brought
into existence
it may sound positive,
yet you feel 
exposed 
danger arise
your thoughts no longer yours
torment
the feeling of anguish
is suffocating
like the sweater you are wearing
turning against you
Your own fabrication
You’ve heard them say 

you have control
so what?
stop.
breathe
“the world doesn’t revolve around you”
It’s true, 
yet,

you notice the eyes

the pupils
their glances 
all directed

towards you,
your being
all of a sudden 
Just one
quick 
thought

I am
my own
worst
enemy.

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