Yet every cell of my body knows it isn't.
I walk down the cold hollow hallway,
Whose wretched stones fathom me,
As my feet wades on it's ugly floor.
I try to conceal my fear; mask my face,
Keep my head high as I walk through.
I hear a shrill laughter behind me,
I swallow the lump formed in my throat
My steps hasten without my knowledge
I envision weird deformed faces in my mind,
Whose voices always whisper about me.
