I don't feel ready to write, but I will anyways. I have so much anger built up from the monsters I had to face as a child. The kind of anger that never goes away even when you accept it or let it go. The image in my head is clear, a 6 foot man behind me and a girl no longer crying for help in front of me. Illusion... I say to myself. A sad, pitiful soul that watched as others were defiled by that 6 foot man. Illusion... I wish it to be, but at last, it is a folly. An ignorance that plagues me, for good reason... but I know this ignorance is falling apart. The demons inside me are rushing out and haunting my dreams at night. Lately, these nightmares are keeping me up, I don't wish to be lonely. But, I am. As I'm writing this, the 6 foot man stands before me smiling as if he knows I'll fail at the future I so desire. The...