The Gangster Behind Our Enemies...

We all got enemies, don't we?
We all got some,
Aren't we too busy bothering about them,
Isn't that the craziest thing to do?
It is, but that's what we do.

We waste our time thinking,
We make ourselves hideous with frowns,
We waste our energy to throw out our anger,
Most of all we drop our peace of mind.
Isn't this sacrifice too much for an enemy?

In the midst of all these sacrifices,
I assume this thought should cross our mind,
They are not at all bothered about the sacrifices,
Most probably they are not even aware of them,
Isn't everything a waste?

These sacrifices neither does good to us nor to our enemies,
But it does a lot of bad to us but none to our enemies,
Don't you think there is a hidden mystery?
Seems like there's gangster hidden in our enemy history,
A gangster who steal our peace with enemies.

Who can this gangster be?
Let's investigate on this entire crime,
Unbelievable! It was her the whole time?
Yes, I figured out her name,
The gangster behind our enemies is "Ms. Jealousy Pride".

-Debra R. N. Ludwick-

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