"I am your worst enemy" doesn't instill much more than a matter of fact reaction, however.

For the first five years it was a fact
Alone in a world of purple paper wings
Pink plastic stars in a stucco sky to the moon and back
Content without conflict
No soul to argue against you
Knowing who you were
Without a care; or anyone else for that matter
It was true, still true and wonderful
Whimsical and capricious
Imagination undiluted
Thick and ever ripening, never sour in constant blossom
The advent of others caused calamity, contortion
Convoluted complications
Of a perfect Pandora world invaded
When the glue lost hold of the ceiling
And the paper proved failure to aviation
While those seemingly simple ideas still flew
Over your peers heads
You became a lie
And those others cruelty need not even apply
No longer needed others to drain your confidence
When you discovered you could do it yourself
(The last lingering remains on the once steadfast independence)
The mantra you once lived by was now a farce
And you can't look in the mirror and repeat it
Without quivering, quaking and your face becoming a growing storm
"I am your best friend"