I cannot confide that I can coincide within these confines.In this activity may I apply?What hell hath provoked I?After looking anger in the eyes.Silence now I dare not speak.Fear that inadvertant provocation will reinvigerate the conflict of past acrimonious times.But all in all,Im unwelcome within these walls.The brutal banter is no fun.So I'll Wander the halls,my soul riddled with holes.But never stop thinking....words are the gun