The walls are closing in,
I’m trapped in my own mind,
My face stings a little,
As you slash at me again,
The metal cold as your heart, 170 more words
So which is better, optimism or pessimism? I’ll give you a clue: the answer is pessimism.
Now I have to do something a little odd and ask you to pretend that you didn’t just read that; what I’m going to do now is delve into the relative merits of optimism and pessimism under the pretense of going in with an open mind, and so for reasons of narrative integrity it would be best if you didn’t know that my mind is already made up. 1,456 more words