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As I lay in bed I think of what horrors that place would bring to the peychological stresses of my life. Those wolves that eat their prey alive are at that place too. Time and time again I try to get them off my mind for years, ever since I understood my psychological needs of life. They have ruined my life emotional, making me think of suicidal thoughts and making me burn myself with toothpicks. My days are numbered in this shelter, my home, my escape, my cave of secrets. The roar of thunder outside makes me think of the lion of my past life at school now almost behind me, roaring and calling out for me. It beckons me but all I can do is ignore it and figuratively speaking walk on with a clean canvass to paint on. The first day of school, which is a couple of days away, will be my first strokes of impression on the other students when I walk in the classroom. For some reason I can't wait to start with a clean slate but I am afraid because of the unknown that lies ahead. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes I will rise from my past and fly into the unknown which is the future.