the enemy i create

By a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad. •
i am my own enemy
from the pain i create
through the pain i can see
all the hate
i dont hurt myself
as much as the people around me do
but the reason no one knows
is because of you
im writing about nothing
because thats what you are
a fling gone to far
the begining of a broken heart
since you are gone now all i have to hate
is me my enemy
this thing i create.