In the middle of a war, I stand alone and I stand still. Afraid to move. Afraid to hide. Afraid that if I make a single solitary sound, that the war shall turn on me. Each side has its own reasons. Each side has its own beliefs. Each side is right. Silently, I stand there in horror, unable to comprehend anything other than the excruciating pain that is tearing away the happiness inside. I wanna run and I wanna hide, but I just stand there...alone. The perfect target. To the left, they fight for love. To the right they fight for wisdom. But one and only one must win. Both equal in greatness. And both equal in strength. The question then becomes...which one? And it can only be answered by a young frightened child, standing in the middle of it all. Standing alone and afraid. ME. Because it is only I who sees what the others do not. Only I see the damage done inside. And only I can fight this war that is raging on inside of me. ~Michelle Lynae~
