A/N: This poem is one I wrote a while back and thought that it kind of fit for this. I thought maybe this is how Chris felt in the attic. It's his turn to speak – Cathy definitely wasn't shy about saying how SHE felt about things! Enjoy and please review!
Another year older passes afraid
Quiet, buttoned-down and staid,
Wishing for someone to wake me up.
I am slipping
Perpetually blind and tripping
I am faded out
Played down so far.
Stretched until I snap back
Branches dead and useless,
Maybe on this day I'll be reborn
Rising from the pyre into life.