I wish I had enemies,
Names, faces and dates,
Pictures I can put up on a wall and hate,
People I could blame for my fate,
But no, its just me.

I thought I saw a shadow the other day,
Someone with a gun, knife or spear,
Someone out to harm and cause me pain,
But no, its just me.

Its just me with the cold metal of a pistol to my skull,
Just me with a dagger to my slender throat,
Just me.
Just me weaving a web so I can get tangled in it,
Just me creating problems so I can fix it,
Just me.
Just me, my own worst enemy, my mind the weapon, my heart the battlefield.

How do I win this battle?
How do I end this?
How do I defeat myself?