Fences

We stand separate
On either side of
A fence of mirrors

I think I know you
You think you know me
So well

But all we see
Is me, thinking,
“That’s you”

And we lose sight
Of you and me
Alike

But we are not alike.

Another reason I shouldn't be allowed to touch math with a 10 foot pole

Because it leads to very, very, very depressing realizations. I have recently discovered that in order to undo the MASSIVE damage I did to my grades during the short semester, I need to score at least a 3.9 for each subject I'm taking this semester :-/

doom.