My armor has been breached and peeled away
my emotions assaulted and trampled on
I revert to a state of infancy trying to block out the pain
as memories of better days flood my mind
My enemies are now pounding at the front door
I hold on harder trying to wish them away
The voices are now telling me I am not alone
My self imposed prison does not need to be


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Maybe you'd possibly do us a favor? Would you read and comment on our one-page screenplays that a collaborator and I are refining to submit to a script contest? If you make a comment (or more), please do not hold back -- we want to know what people really think of our scripts.
http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976998750
You speak for so many of us! Good job, Juan!