"Lost in a place where I find no solace, or comfort. A place that is by no means a sanctuary. The only thing here is me, but I am not alone. This is my mind, my world, my "safe haven." It is filled with things I'm afraid of. It is filled with thoughts I do not want, ideas that cannot be mine. I do not like it here. But change is something I am far more afraid of. The more I alter who I am on the outside, in order to avoid the pain of vulnerability, the more painful it becomes inside my head. It hurt to feel the way I used to. It hurts to be the way I am now. I once feared the world around me. Now I fear the world inside. Who have I become? And what am I running from? Which is better? Pain of heart, or pain of conscience?"