I am my own enemy. It feels as though my own mind is against me. I try to convince myself that I am fine but on those nights where the silence is too loud for comfort. Those nights where my mind cannot be quiet. Those nights where I look at the moon and wonder what it would be like up there. The nights where I want to take my time into my own hands. Those nights are the nights I know the truth. Not the fake truth. Not the truth everyone believes, just the truth. The truth of how I truly view and see myself. How I see myself in the mirror that my mind conjured up to not only make everyone else hate me. But to make me hate me. How much longer should I just inhale and exhale as if everything is alright when I don't feel alright not one bit. Not a single cell in my body feels alright. But the only response I can conjure up when somebody asks me how I am is "I'm okay". Instead of the real answer which is I'm not ok, not at all not in any way and I don't know how to tell anyone that I am not ok. How can I tell anyone when as long as I say the right things and smile and laugh every once while no one will suspect a thing? This is how my own mind has turned myself against me.