Her blanket is insecurity,
her pillow is commotion.
She gladly bites the hand that feeds
her curiosity of emotion.

Colors are what she feels,
this she finds true.
When sadness does appear
she sees a cliched blue.

But when happiness is present
pink and purple will adhere.
Blossoms of pastels
throughout her atmosphere.

Antihistamines are used
to shut her weary eyes.
Insomnia will go away
until tomorrow night.

I was told Rock Bottom is a sad place.
A land full of misery and disgrace.

Rock Bottom wasn’t bad at all,
I had quite a joyful ride taking that fall.

Lessons were learned in that enchanting city.
It taught me how to be grateful and not to wallow in self pity.

Everyone should visit Rock Bottom once or twice.
It is a great reminder of how amazing it is to be alive.

The most dazzling sight can be found at Rock Bottom’s pit,
just tilt your head up and you can see it.

A beacon of light that will sting your eyes,
rainbows that magically crystallize.

If you ever find yourself hitting Rock Bottom,
take heed that this is not an unfixable problem.

Do not let yourself become distraught.
Observe the lessons that will be taught.

Learn from them and let yourself grow,
to that beacon of light with the magnetic glow.

A man stands behind a podium and microphone,
words comes through speakers of static.
His lips propel the stagnate tone,
standing poised, confident and charismatic.

He holds conviction through his behavior,
his speech are the people's gospel.
He is the way, the truth, their savior,
a modern day philosophical apostle.

Beneath the facade is a rotten marrow plate,
a poison tongue with a malevolent purpose.
Trepidation is a weapon that he demonstrates,
revealed under the scratched surface.

A wolf that don's a sheep's skin,
who has found a herd to operate.
His malefic influence is about to begin,
a crowd he will manipulate.

Kool-Aid is the key to the golden gates,
he said it is the only way out.
Tip the cup, take a sip, have a taste,
expel all your fear and doubt.

What’s that? You want to fail at life you say?
Well my friend! I’ll teach you my ways!
You came to the right place, I dare say!
Because I fail at life every day!

I’ll be your teacher and you’ll be my mentor.
I’ll show you all the things I’m unaccountable for.
Because that is the first thing you must know my dear pupil.
Take no responsibility, blame everyone, it’s really quite simple.

The next step is extremely crucial.
You must focus on all the negative around you.
Ignore the positive, it means nothing.
You’re catching on I see! Let’s keep going!

The last  lesson I need to teach is gratitude.
Don’t feel it or show it, it’s all in the attitude.
It’s called Entitlement, act like you don’t care.
Perfect!! Hold it right there!

So that is the all the tools you need to succeed.
Have fun failing at life, Godspeed!

Allow me to introduce myself, I am the Lion that’s cowardly.
A **** in boots of the sorts, crippled with anxiety.

At this very moment, I am feeling sublime.
For I am laying face-up in a poppy field, ****** out of my mind.

The fog is starting to clear, it's all coming back to me now.
What was I thinking? What, when, why, how!?

It all started when I met a girl named Dorothy and her dog Toto,
accompanied by a tin guy with no heart and a brain dead scarecrow

She said that a wizard in Oz can put some courage in me.
All I need to do was to follow them to the Emerald City.

Some may call it a lack of better judgment, but I followed her lead,
skipping down a yellow brick road toward my destiny.

I immediately regretted it, but I was too scared to go back.
So I kept on following her regardless of my anxiety attack.

Now it could just be me...
but all things terrifying seem to follow Dorothy.

She is being stalked by a witch, traveling on a broom by air.
Her companions are flying demon monkeys, out of my worst nightmare.

I think that Dorothy may also be insane.
She keeps blabbering about a place called Kansas again and again.
I'm almost certain this place does not exist, she is talking crazy.
Maybe she should ask the wizard for a pill that will cure her insanity.

I think I'll just lie here in the poppies, pretending to be high.
Maybe they'll leave me here, I can only hope they pass me by.

Ill go back to my forest, back to my cowardly ways,
back to being scared of my shadow, back to better days.

They call me the Cheshire Cat, that's my name.
A creation out of Lewis Carroll's brain.

I live in a in land of wonder you see,
and store plenty of tricks up my sleeve.

I'm a feline that can grin from ear to ear.
I can also make parts of my body disappear.

I am in love with irony and all its complications.
I adore philosophy and erratic explanations.

Speaking in metaphors, that's my intricate specialty.
I'm not insane, I just live in a different reality.

A reality that fulfills my immortal amusement.
A world where I demonstrate my brash imprudence.

Wonderland's espionage is a good title for me,
eavesdropping on all there is, nestled in my tree.

SHHHHH! I see a young girl approaching, she is coming closer.
She looks alone and lost ......I wonder??...

Curiosity can't **** this cat or make me fall.

I am a bit mad, I dare say, but aren't we all?

I am the Hatter who is mad, they say.
Gone around the bend in every way.

A loon of the sorts who adores riddles and tea,
drowning in a land of ecstasy.

Come with me now! And please don’t fret!
I’ll show you wonders you will never forget!

I’ll show you heaven, hell, and everything in between,
the moon, stars, spiraling galaxies!

A magical realm where nothing is what it seems,
rabbits in waistcoats and a vicious red queen.

My home has an abundance of enchanted food and drink;
when consumed it could make you grow tall or shrink.

I am the mascot of this terrain.
Everyone knows me by my name.

So, let’s go and take my hand.
To a place that Alice called Wonderland!