When life seems so mundane
When I resent my name, can't cope with blame
And need someone to help me through the shame
Someone who feels the same
A faceless friend who will not judge
To clean the mud, who holds no grudge
I need a place to hide away
A shield to keep the world at bay
These pages are my portal
And
This story is my saving grace
This made up unreality
Is made for me
A private place
Books by John O'Halloran
This person that I read about
Is less than me
And more than me
But more than that
Is nothing like me
I am made irrelevant
Along with all that bothers me
I swear these books were heaven sent
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