I'm my own enimy

I've been holding myself back, I'm going too far.

I'm not my own person it seems.

I've had twists and turns, oh how those words burn.

I'm my own worst enimy.

can't figure out how, what its all about. I've posted and I've hurt.

I said sorry numourais times, oh my poor aliby. I've acted like a jerk.

but don't worry about me, don't you see.

I can find my own way.

I may lose my sanity, I may lose my mind.

but I can make it some day.

maybe I should pray more often, what do you think?

is that the right of way.

my own point of views, o.k. I must choose.

right from wrong some day.

R.M.

(by the way, the source of this poem is from a dream I had. I don't know if its my own or not.)