Through my Looking Glass
I sit like Alice In a world of my own creation were my hearts never been broken and my souls never known sorrow with a rabbit with a waist coat and a watch and a Caterpillar asking me to take a hit so I may know the meaning of life I take the pipe but before I can even inhale I'm swept away the king of hearts saw me steel some tarts and now I have to pay the ugly bird doesn't know I am not afraid he doesn't know my mom said for me to always be brave I stab his feet and bite his claws mouth filled with an iron taste I fall certainly to doom and paral I close my eyes and brace my self for impact and land on the wings of an angel and she smells like recess peanut butter cups, coffee, and cigarettes she is familiar and she tells me a story of a small girl she once knew who was brave and tall strong with no worries and hope who never called she spoke of how she taught the girl to always speak her mind to do what was right in her small world and to always stay sweet and kind but the angel left the girl and she was abandoned in the dark she then met a boy who she didn't know was going to break her heart the angel wept and smiled at me and showed me my way I begged pleaded and wept for her to always stay she touched my face and told me like the girl that I was strong but I new deep inside my heart my angel had been wrong I see a house with a picked fence and a family i'll never have and in my soul my anger grew so their windows I did smash I walked away their fathers blood staining my unclean hands and twistedly I was happy that someone else would grow to know my past the girl would have no father and a mother who was hurt she would be the one alone crying broken in the dirt but was I now victorious as I splendor in the pain of the girl who was just like me did it mend my broken heart did it bring my father back and I look again into the eyes of the girl who was just like me and see it wasn't another who I tortured for it was all a reflection in a mirror and I awake happy to not be in a world like Alice happy to feel the little hurt I feel now instead of the great hurt I felt starring in the mirror happy to be in my own little corner here in my room were nothing and no one can touch me watching the same cartoons that I used to escape in my past hoping time will somehow come to a stop then he calls and I hear the soothing tones of his voice he speaks his heart into my soul and everything seems like it's going to be alright!
Pot Headed Pixii · Sun Dec 02, 2012 @ 11:34pm · 0 Comments |