I am my biggest enemy,
I am my best friend.
I push myself of the ground
And criticize my self.
Then I'm the stretched out hand
Who picks me and brushes me off
I say the words that inspire me
Make me cry at first, and then laugh.
No one can take me away
From the person residing within me.
It tells me what to say,
Also the correct way to behave.
It sees what my eyes see,
it understands what I feel.
The truth is, I rule me.
The truth is, I'm not sure if any of the above makes sense.
