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.