The fear and constant imagery of terror flashes in my face as I try to swallow the fright and stare back at it with defiance and confidence. But the acidity of the situation will change, and soon, I will just be a pawn in this game, nothing more.

I paced back and forth, thinking of my worth in your eyes. How much do I weigh in your eyes and how much adulation have I incurred in your warmth? To say the least, I fear the truth because it speaks louder that this silent room.

Much to my dismay, I have yet to listen to my rational mind but have been following what my heart willed. I may be in disillusioned and that's where you will come in. You will be my sanity, won't you?