Part I.

I am the Enemy.
I am the target.
Everyone hates me.
From South to West.
The married, the involved, the single.
I have done mad, evil things.

I am no longer, the icon of beauty,
the icon of what perfect mistakes can be.

I am no longer, the loved, the hero, the dreamer.
I am just an Enemy.
I am target number one.
I am the devil from hell.
I am God's Enemy, I don't believe in him.

I am the Enemy, by choice.
I am her lasting Enemy.
I am their worst nightmare; I caused children's tears.

I am the Enemy.
I am evil.
I am removed, forgotten, brushed away.
I am looked down upon, frowned upon, spit upon.
People turn their heads as they pass me.
People turn their heads as thoughts of me run through their mind






Part II.

I am the Enemy.
Because I was being me, instead of someone. 
I am the Enemy.
Because I am not here tonight, but elsewhere.
I am the Enemy.
Because I have caused pain, for the sacrifice of my own.
I am the Enemy.
Because I am human.

I am the Enemy.
Everyone thinks I'm a fool.
I am the Enemy.
Everyone thinks I have no soul.
I am the Enemy.
Everyone thinks I'm made of filth.
I am the Enemy.
Everyone thinks I deserve blood.

I am the Enemy.
Because soundtracks to films did not spell out my life story.
I am the Enemy.
Because I did not swear the truths I didn't believe in.
I am the Enemy.
Because my mind escaped everyday.

I am the Enemy.
Because you made me the Enemy.
Enemy Number One.




© 2001 David Greg Harth
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