“Keating: 'Mr. Anderson, I see you sitting there in agony. Come on, Todd, step up. Let's put you out of your misery.' Todd: 'I, I didn't do it. I didn't write a poem.' Keating: 'Mr. Anderson thinks that everything inside of him is worthless and embarrassing. Isn't that right, Todd? Isn't that your…”Tagged: Life, voice, Poetry, Fear