sitting in a corner

sitting in a corner you forget what's around you besides that crease in front of your angry eyes.
you're reminded of the walls and the rough texture it provides by keeping it wrapped around your own atmosphere.
but your back begins to ache and you want to move, but you're arrested from your own control.
so you begin to think of your history.
and you begin to feel your misery.
but all you can do now is sit in that corner with your angry eyes.
because you've lost your own control.