The Essays of Style's My Battle Within
I stood in the corner unable to move. I was frozen by my thoughts and controlled by the mood. I saw my life empty cold and grey. No more hope for tomorrow all my dreams have faded away. I don’t remember just how I got there in that place. As I sat alone I felt my life was a disgrace. I assumed this is how the world saw me. I closed my eyes and pretended I could see. I felt the walls closing in. Trapping me in my mind. Keeping me suspended in a lifeless state of time.
