Have you ever wondered how it feels to be there but not actually ? That's how I feel. What is the point of trying , when you fail either way? Useless, restricted, a mistake . These are the few of the words that have become a bittersweet lullaby to me.
The day had come. The day I was dreaded ever since I was diagnosed .Some said that it was a place of freedom and creativity but behind it's innocent mask lay a world of dark vile creatures able to hypnotise each innocent soul that entered it's grasp.
My feet lead me to that place of evil, but my heart pleaded violently against my chest. like a slave I willingly sat before the figure that was going to corrupt my mind.
My anxiety reached it's peak. I wanted to scream, shout , be free from this overwhelming feeling. Every eye burning its mark in my skin , the figure smirked as she watched me suffer. She was a hurricane destroying every single drop of self esteem. I wouldn't let it happen. I anxiously lifted the light pen and scribbled the words that would ruin me.
'I am Mute....'
