?I feel like a mouse. I'm small, and forgotten. Lost in thought and words. I run amok the schoolhouse, lonely. I'm not a loner. I'm just different, that's all. Sometimes it feels good to be alone. My aches and pains are free to yelp with curiosity running through me, I wander through the hallways seeking shelter and a mystery, as always. My curiosity coursing through me, I had one thought racing through my head: Is this the end? I close my eyes and I think to myself: Who am I? What am I? I open my eyes and I see my mystery. Who am I? What am I? Thoughts are racing my brain. The questions unlimited, can I make it? Will I make it after all? The tears bursting through, the sweat running down my face. My eyes close because I can't cry-I have to be strong-I need to be strong: I will be strong! I open my eyes. It was all just a dream: a nightmare but I made: my mystery's not solved. The thoughts still racing through my head the curiosity still coursing through my veins: now do see my pain? Now can you feel my pain? But now I see that I'm extraordinary, impossible to handle: I'm a dog without a leash-I'm a wild animal, I'm no mouse, I'm no rat, no rodent at all-I'm not a cat or a dog... I'm the mighty lion! I can you hear my roar louder than anything, can you hear my growl as I face my fears? Can I slay my demons after all? Will I? I will slay my demons, I can do it-I can face my fears and I can make it-I'm the lion, I'm the king of the jungle. I'm no mouse.