• Insanity:
    Fearful or a welcome escape?
    A padded room with nothing to fear but myself.
    The only thing I do fear is myself.
    Why the HELL should I be locked up?
    To think more?
    Yeah, that'll do a lot of good.
    To figure out what's wrong?
    No, that won't work.
    I hate this.
    I hate thinking.
    I hate thinking about nightmares.

    Nightmares:
    A sign or a devilish trick?
    Showing what my mind wants to happen.
    What may happen.
    What has happened.
    Why?
    WHY?
    To remind me of what I've done wrong?
    That I can't escape?
    That my heart belongs to one I love, but I can't be who I am for him?
    I can't be sane for him.
    I can't be Belle for him.
    I'm just Shawna.
    The one that's insane.

    Seeing things:
    Fun or mentally unsound?
    Why does that stupid kid follow me around?
    The one with the dripping blood from his forehead.
    The one with the adorable little stripped shirt
    And the little coveralls?
    He reminds me of the bad.
    I want to hug him and kill him at the same time.
    This product of my imagination.

    Go away.
    I hate you, little boy.
    No one likes you, little boy.
    Why do you show me death?
    Why do you want me to think about my death?
    I can't die.
    I have more to live for.
    You foolish boy, go away.