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Unfinished Rough Draft 1- Not Alice
This is based off Alice in Wonderland. I plan on incorporating most of the classic/key elements and characters that most recognize... But I don't want to just rewrite it... I want it to be slightly but significantly different by putting more of a "mental health" spin on it. Anyway... All criticism is greatly appreciated and taken into consideration... Thank you for reading
I'm not Alice
I'm wasted in a space without clocks
Stuck in this anxiety that never stops
Pain and sorrow collect within my chest
The constant thoughts I can't put to rest
I'm screaming without making a sound
I'm falling, reaching for anything around
And I drop down, down, down
Down the rabbit hole
I fall on and on and on and on
No idea where I'll go
I try to reach, reach, reach
I reach out for anything
I'm so confused, amused, used
I feel as if I'm in a dream
Time folds and I'm tossed to my knees
Kissing the ground for not being a tease
Shoulders up and I search all around
But no further answers are to be found
Dust myself off and start to move forward
Maybe forward or backward but it's onward
Nothing makes sense in this peculiar land
Like an hourglass without any sand
And I go down, down, down
Following this path alone
I walk on and on and on and on
With no idea which way is home
Even though I reach, reach, reach
I reach out for some sort of help
I know that deep down inside
I'll have to save myself
I hear a whisper by the side of my ear
I strain to listen but it's still unclear
Then all around the wind whispers deceit
Snickering voices that were inside of me
Slowly the sky melts into filthy gray
"Who are you?" I hear the Caterpillar say
"Who am I?" I repeat quietly to myself
I'm starting to believe I'm someone else
And I go down, down, down
I drop down into self doubt
I wander on and on and on and on
And I wonder what it's about
Even though I reach, reach, reach
I reach out for a helping hand
I am just a strange girl
In this even stranger land
I'm greeted by The Hatter dressed in Blues
A tattered remnant of what he used to do
That grin so brilliantly falls out of sight
I see it all when I look inside those eyes
A little too smart, a little too frantic
Glancing side to side, a little manic
Every step forward, I take one back
In his slow advance he quietly laughs
And I go down, down, down
I drop down into my seat
He smiles on and on and on and on
Slowly talking over many cups of tea
And as I reach, reach, reach
As I reach out to stay his hand
I wonder where do I fit in?
Not of this place, not of this land
The white rabbit comes all in a flurry
Gasping and frantic, in such a hurry
"Look there's no time, we really must go.
The forces of evil are gathering you know"
I didn't but I left my seat all the same
No reason to keep company with the insane
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Published 28th Feb 2014
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2nd Mar 2014 12:40pm
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2nd Mar 2014 2:00pm
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2nd Mar 2014 2:04pm
thank you :) so often i feel im on the other side of the mirror looking out, rather than looking in... everyone else seems to have it all figured out while im floundering for answers and lost in questions...
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2nd Mar 2014 2:10pm
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2nd Mar 2014 2:24pm
5th Nov 2016 6:57pm
I absolutely love it, I so hope there's more coming, once again I'm simply transfixed and greedy, lol. Your talent is astonishing, simply astonishing my beautiful Esoteric. Bring all you got, pour out the blistering pain, I'll be right here a true fan forevermore. Much love and mad respect,
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