He's His Worst Enemy

He laid out his thoughts— four words, drawn down on paper. The thin layer between pencil and paper. The thoughts were never spoken into the air, he never thought like this before. His secrets were buried in his brain, the love he once knew, the hate he once had, the power he once gained all sit in the middle of his head.

He draws it out on paper, letter by letter. The words he never spoken was his enemy, his thoughts was his enemy. The one enemy he can't escape the one enemy he can't control. The enemy that has him lost in his own mind.

The words written down, the four words that makes sense of it all, the four words that scarred him, the four words stuck between his mind and body.

'I'm my worst enemy.'