The MADHOUSE
Not a home, simply a house.
too loud to hear a mouse
always fussing constant fighting
even with my age a lip I'm biting
RedQueen yelling "Off with her head"
moments I honestly wish I were Dead
Daughter of the White Queen but seen as the black sheep.
The Cheshire comes with a smile and fades with the same
Even with their presence nothing seems to change
Caterpillar speaks in riddles without growing to blossom spread wings and fly
TweedleDee and TweedleDum appear for only fun
Down a rabbit whole one falls thrown into madnes
and yet mad hatter doesnt seem mad at all.
Not a dream nor a tale just a MADHOUSE that seems oh too real
A day will come when I can climb out of this MadHouse and soar to greater heights
Bouncing around obsessed with time
One day the world will be mine
Turn this MadHouse into a home
So I can be MAD on my own.
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