Fitting The Role Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

It's another role reversal.
It's another role rehearsal.
If practice makes perfect and I got so much work.
Trying excel.
Trying not fail.
I feel like a school kid.
Hey their goes the bell.
And session begins.
A written confession.
I did it, with reluctance to admit my own guilt.
Another mistake has been made marching down my own little parade.
And it is totally thrown off sync.
It is like it was written in permanent ink.
If only I had a little more time to stop and think.
Always on the brink.
The edge of this sword is so close it is splitting hairs.
An in this of moment despair a thought hovers in the air.
Who would really know?
A copied pretext can be very complex.
A premonition of a desire lacking recognition.
So much ambition.
But to abandon a cause for a common dominator.
No I'm not that kind of player.
I'll stick to the ideas all being my own.
No need to ever produce such a clone.
For I have already have a place I call home.
Even in the darkness part of my own heart.
It will never get a start.
If it is not to be I will just let it fall apart.