I am my own greatest enemy. I will act as both the judge and the executioner. I am skilled in the art of tormenting and inflicting pain… on myself. I am the only member of the false-ego cult to follow its teachings. I am familiar with all of the pressure points. I am always prepared with the appropriate response whenever there is a weakness that can be exploited. I am able to experience periods of clarity. There are glimmers of hope here and there. I am able to take flight. Despite this, the clouds always appear. They drown the world in sorrow, and as a result, I am rendered helpless once more. How helpless I feel. I can't escape myself. I am trapped in the world of figments of the cruel world of my childhood.