My name is Alice, and it's no wonder
I have issues from time to time.
It seems I lose my place a lot
not knowing which one is real.
I've lost what I loved by giving it up,
whole-heartedly breaking my heart.
But, that didn't fix the fractured life,
bring peace, contentment, or joy.
Instead, I lie bleeding from multitudinous cuts
sustained while crashing
through your looking glass.
