Enter The Poet - Walking In Fear

Walking alone through the hall, destined for my doom.
Surrounded by haunting voices, as they hover and loom.

I take this journey alone; by choice, I do not recall.
My fate is still unknown; I must be steady and not fall.

Shivers dart up and down my spine; hairs stand on end.
What lurks in the room I must enter: is it a foe or friend?

No comfort found in remembering my past, no hope in my future.
Will the end come swiftly; how much pain will I endure?

This is all my fault; this horror, some would, call a mess.
A water balloon, would get me called to the principal's office.