Wonderland
Waiting for me to catch myself make a mistake
A mistake I will make
And mistakes I have made
Every day, little or large,
Takes me one more inch under
One bit deeper
Closer to my demise
As if I were to be Alice
Down a pitless rabbithole of confusion
I watch as characters from my life come and go
As if I wasn't good enough for them
Or maybe I was too much?
Maybe, just maybe,
They were the ones that were flawed
Maybe they weren't enough
Too much?
No.
It was me
My anxiety is a cage
And I can see everyone around me
Living and laughing and loving
My eyes are stuck on them
And I know it means nothing
But on my worst days it means everything
It means everything.
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