These hallowed halls
know me all to well.
I've come to find this
is my own version of hell.
Death and pain
where ever I turn.
If only the beast,
would finally learn.
He will not win.
Because I will fight.
One will come out
at the end of the night.
Strength unknown,
must lie within me.
To live with the demon,
and yet I am me.
You will not control,
I will not scream.
Your victory,
is nothing but a dream.
So I pace the hallowed halls,
and I do my little dance.
Just waiting for the beast,
who stabs me every chance.
Walking like a ghost,
but with my head held high.
Such strength within,
enough to make the demon cry.

~Felicia.

There is alot of insight in that poem, Felicia.  Thanks for posting it.

Beth