Vous Pouvez M’appeler Alice (You Can Call Me Alice)

It all started when I was three
this babysitter put his hands on me
Twice
Thrice
A million and three
times I’ve been told “You’re lying”
They say “You were only three”
So, I usually don’t tell this story.

You might as well call me Alice
because I fell down the rabbit hole
at the ripe age
of 10 years old
but beyond the potions, and keys, and doors
I found no palice
I was looking for something you could not find in stores

.In the rabbit hole
I met The Hatter no less
and yes, I will confirm
his head was quite the mess
His personality’s baffled me so
Hatter was like no one I’ve ever known

I met Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dumb
Two faced
with a problem of spewing words
they cannot erase

And I met the Red Queen
but her hair was brown
Yet her pink lips were set in a permanent frown
The Queen’s eyes were blue
and between me and you
She was just a sad girl
mad at the world
through and through

I met the Rabbit
with all his inadequate habits
and clinquant white fur
tick-tock
always on his mind
everyone’s got a dugeon
his was time
And the hole’s a lot darker than it seems
with no one around to supress the horrifying screams
The characters and scenes
are much different than the way they are sold
Covered by publisher’s in tinsled gold

See the true fault in the plan of the infamous Wonderland
was never the terrifying wrath of the Red Queen
No, it was something perfered not to be seen
No one dies- at least not here
Instead we boil in eternal fear
and though so many of us want to die
we sit under the floresent lights
boiled in our agony
and fried in solitary misery

Two years I spent climbing back up
Thinking it was better up above
and I saw people were just the same
The only opposing componets was they held less fame

And with tears of defeat in my eyes
I fell back down the hole
Whispering “At least its somewhere I know. My Hell- My home”
Now here I lie
With no tears remaining to cry
everyone’s got a dugeon
if you’d like to know mine..
You must know its a secret
and you must promise to always keep it

Everyone’s got a dungeon
Here’s mine:
My dungeon
is my mind.

-G.Way

Notes

Boop. Sorry I've been gone so long.