Greatest Adversary

She's always spewing hateful words into my mind. Ruining all of the success and progress I've made for myself. Any accomplishments or good deeds I'm proud of, she stomps the hope for myself into the dirt. She will never let me be happy again. I wish I could leave her, but we're a part of each other. We're one. She's the part of me that should never see the light of day, and I do my best to keep her away. It doesn't work. For I am her, and she is me. No matter how many rays of sunshine make it's way through into my clouded mind, it's as if she crashes through and along with her, another familiar storm. No day goes by where I don't wish to be without her. But, she is a part of me I will always have. My troubled soul is my adversary, and that it shall remain.