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Poetry

i wroter this thinking about how ive spent my entire life trying to figure myself out, even as i have been changing.

Enemy

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by TawnyKai

by TawnyKai

I used to want an enemy,

not just any enemy,

but one who knew me and hated me and loved me.

I wanted to consume them,

devour them,

understand them,

love them.

'know thyself, know thy enemy'

so I took to trying to understand me,

so I can understand everyone,

so I can love everyone in case one of them could be it.

I never wanted to hate,

or despise.

and at 19, I still don't know myself.

sure,

I could tell you exactly what I look like,

Every flaw, every organ and what it is there for,

I know my limits, and my Strengths.

I know exactly how I move,

how I feel,

my expressions.

But my mind is still illusive...still...unreachable.

why can't I know myself so I can understand me to understand everyone to see everyone-

to love them?

But at nineteen,

I think I've realised that, I never needed a reason

or proof

or a way, to see everyone as they are,

I've already loved them from the very beginning.

And it was all just an excuse,

because the only person that eluded me,

was me.