Who Lies Inside

It was as it out of the corner of my eye I could see a stranger standing in the shadows and I was scared to look too closely in case I saw who it was. Worst of all the stranger seemed to have wriggled under my skin, or had grown inside me all my eighteen years, only now for some reason that stranger was not content to stay in the shadows but wanted to step out into the light and be seen. “Timothy Ireland is close enough to adolescence to know its unique problems, yet his insights are formidably adult” (Company).