Okay, this is really bad, so if you're reading this I'm sorry for the waste of the next few seconds of your life if, that is if you go on to read my poem!
There’s a glass wall
Between myself
And I,
Which separates a
Dream from
A lie,
I stare into that
Looking glass,
Wishing
I could change places,
Wishing
I could find that magical
Wonderland,
Where I could be set free,
Where I could lose
Myself and I,
Where I could,
For once,
Be me.
thank you for your time,
Roon
