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wonderland

in my head the life I've lived  
seems magic and whimsy did a flip  
a hand pressed flat against a mirror  
and now I'm trapped in underland  
 
turns out the Queen of Hearts  
is quite the narc and pretty smart  
and I was privileged to be raised in her court,  
but the wonder dies when children grow up.  
 
I was never enough.  
 
so let's play pretend  
that we're best friends  
I'll fake a smile  
she'll sigh again  
I piss her off  
when I see right through  
the innocent illusion  
gazes locked as we circle  
the lines drawn in the sand  
 
it's left the deepest wound  
but I'll try again  
to reach out a hand  
to something snarling  
that sees healthy love  
as a critical threat  
to the world they rule  
by being a victim  
 
such clarity plummets me through the floor  
the hole in my chest cannot grow anymore  
this incapable love is the best she can give  
my empty castle doesn't swallow me quite like she did  
 
we signed a treaty, but it's all pretend  
I'll give her a smile from my side of the fence  
but her eyes just roll back as my court expands  
Mother, you were meant to be my best friend.  
 
so let's play
Written by scalesofascorpion
Published | Edited 25th Jan 2025
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