Own Worst Enemy

I wrote a song about how my anxiety limits me and how I can never get rid of it no matter how hard I try. Hope you like it.
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My first thought when I hear her: I should learn how to sew
It can’t be hard to make the needle go to and fro
Make it poke through flesh and touch the tip of her nose
How sweet… to stitch… her sinful lips closed
She doesn’t say a lot but it’s still too much
Maybe this’ll be enough to keep her mouth shut

But I know she’ll rip the seams out with a pretty little knife
This girl keeps on insisting on ruining my life

You’re the worst thing to happen to me
Can’t you please please let me be
You’re the blood filling up my cheeks
You’re the earthquake in my knees
The squeak in my voice, the stumble in my head
The consciousness that haunts me when I lie in bed
The first and last thing that I see
My own worst enemy

She likes to whisper in my ear, she likes to dry my tongue
Gets off reminding people that I’m just naive and young
Snatches thoughts from my head and gives my heart a squeeze
I think that I could tear her skinny limbs at ease
I know just what to say until she catches up
Maybe missing legs could bring her to a stop

But I know she’ll find a way to get back on her feet
You just can’t keep a lioness away from meat.

You’re the worst thing to happen to me
Can’t you please please let me be
You’re the blood filling up my cheeks
You’re the earthquake in my knees
The squeak in my voice, the stumble in my head
The consciousness that haunts me when I lie in bed
The first and last thing that I see
My own worst enemy

It’s always one step forward and two steps back
You’d think I could escape from my own attack
There’s no denying that the devil lives in me
She drags me back to hell when I am almost free
You wouldn’t think she existed judging just by sight
But I swear to you the demon’s lurking right inside
The mirror just speaks lies
But the injured soul is wise

You’re the worst thing to happen to me
Can’t you please please let me be
You’re the blood filling up my cheeks
You’re the earthquake in my knees
The squeak in my voice, the stumble in my head
The consciousness that haunts me when I lie in bed
The first and last thing that I see
My own worst enemy

My own worst enemy
My own worst enemy
My own worst enemy… it’s me.

Wow. This is really powerful.

Thanks Kerri I'm glad you think so

I LOVE the way that you built this up from something that was not revealed at first, bcs i totally forgot the title right after i clicked, and then only half read your intro....just to explain 'not getting it'...... I began to guess it in the middle of the second verse but you still made the whole thing work really well.....tbh i don't even think you needed to say it at the end because 'the mirror' totally made it clear if it wasn't clear before. But this is really great

Thank you I'm glad you think it works well