New year,
New me,
Is that false hope,
I clearly see?

Time isn't relative,
You're still the same,
New Year's resolutions,
Drive people insane.

This has to stop,
It can't happen every year,
'Cause being overweight,
Is the least of your fears.

Is it because,
You don't have anyone to talk to?
Or because you want to spread emotions,
Like when you're feeling blue?

Is it because you're sad,
And need someone to hear you vent?
So you sit alone and write,
Then wonder where the time went?

Is it because,
You don't have a life of your own?
So writing for others,
Is like a second home?

Is it because,
Painting isn't enough?
Because there aren't enough colours,
To show how life is tough?

Is it because,
You're needing a friend?
To tell them how your patience,
Is nearing its end?

Is it because,
You're seeking attention?
You want someone to notice you,
Like it's life's redemption?

Is it because,
Every word you write,
Is like the first star,
In a starless night?

Is it because,
When you get out of bed,
You say it'll be a bad day,
And it isn't just in your head?

Is it because,
Writing for others,
Is a coping mechanism,
Hiding from fathers and mothers?

Is it because,
When you read it out loud,
Microphone in hand,
You hear claps of a small crowd?

Is it because,
That tiny crowd you make up,
Is just imagination,
Telling you to wake up?

Or is it because,
All of these things combined,
Creates the monster which is you,
The you, you can't find.

I hide, you seek,
Up to ten, but count slow,
Promise not to peek,
Ready, set, go.

Today is another day,
It won't be like yesterday,
It will be good,
Like any day should.

Better, it will be,
Just you wait and see,
My day will be great,
The sun won't be late.

The moon won't come,
We'll be surrounded by sun,
We'll be doused in light,
Forgetting the night.

Today will be fun,
I won't have to run,
It will be the best,
Like every day suggests.

It won't be bad,
I won't be sad,
I promise you,
The sky will be blue.

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No... It can't be,
I know what I'll see,
It will be a bad day,
It'll be like yesterday.

I dream of a home,
I dream of a place,
A place of comfort,
A place of grace.

A safe haven,
One to share,
One I dream,
Is our secret lair.

I dream that we,
Can cut the sky,
To reveal a galaxy,
For you and I.

I dream that birds,
Lilt in the air,
When we surrender,
To our secret lair.

The white flag is raised,
But instead is a dove,
A token of surrender,
A token of love.

I dream for a happy place,
A place to call my own,
I dream of a place for us,
A place we can call home.

“Alice, Alice,
Where are you?”
I’m dizzy, I’m dizzy,
Stuck in a cloud of blue.

My vision is blurred,
My mind is scattered,
Where’s the White Rabbit?
Where’s the Mad Hatter?

The Queen of Hearts,
Should’ve yelled by now,
“Chop off her head!”
Or make me bow.

I’m so confused,
And lost in this land,
Where is my dream?
Where is Wonderland?

Where is Twiddle-Dee?
Where is Twiddle-Dum?
Where’s the Blue Catterpillar,
Getting drunk on ***?

The Cheshire Cat,
Must appear soon,
I can’t be left alone,
This can’t be my doom.

I can’t feel my feet,
I can’t feel my hands,
I don’t know where I am,
Where is Wonderland?