I'm having a bit of trouble understanding if this is meant to be a poem or not, and you missed a few spaces. Woundering = wondering I believe, and I really wish you would have kept going. The face you see on the otherside of the door, is it male? Female? I want to know what they look like. Are they there to save you? To hurt you? It was a good start and has a lot of potential! I'm glad you submitted it and I hope this helped! Good luck, thanks for joining and keep posting!