My Wonderland


Funny orange bottles say “take me,”
I trip on the doses.
My red queen comes in silver;
I paint her myself,
Like my roses.
Sadness is a rabbit hole.
If I had a world of my own,
Nothing would be what it is
Because everything would be what it should be.
I’ve spilled the tea at my pity party.
I'm try to convince myself that there is no room
Even though there’s plenty.

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