You are given everything, and use nothing.

What others lack, you have.

What you lack, others are.

You are light that doesn't know how to shine.

The void inside, absence of you.

The light that exists only outside, not real to you.

Opportunities, wasted. Friends, turned away.

How can you be someone's friend, when you are your enemy?

How do you defeat an enemy, that doesn't exist without you? 

Others are limited by their abilities. You are limited by you.

What others can't, you can.

What others can, you won't. 

You were given everything, without a hand to accept it.

A sharp knife, with a dull blade.

A beautiful painting, without a canvas.

How can it make sense, when the darkness that drowns you is inside?

You pull yourself out of a dark place, but the darkness follows.

You bring your darkness to the light. Why should light be wasted on you?

Light is life, darkness is death.

When the enemy is you, and you the victim, who does the killing, and who survives?