Malice in Wonderland is a raw and poetic descent into madness, where broken clocks weigh down the soul, and pain, identity, and hope blur in a surreal inner world.
People always ask me…
Alice why is your posture so bad?
Can’t you see all these broken clocks,
Resting on my neck.
Weighing heavily on my shoulders,
Crippling my back.
The burden is so heavy,
It’s darkening my soul.
Trying to remain afloat in this stormy ocean,
Struggling to stay whole.
People always ask me…
Alice how do you feel when you go out?
I try to keep myself together.
I try to maintain my composure.
But this weight on my shoulders,
Is still killing my posture.
The transparency is killing me,
As I keep my head above the waves.
Everyone sees the broken clocks on my back
And knows that I am enslaved.
People always ask me…
Alice what do you do when you are in pain?
Truth be told, I don’t quite know.
As I crawl inside my rabbit hole,
I call this place My empty wonderland
Where I Struggle for control.
It’s like a heavy chain I carry,
That drags me down each day.
And though I try to shake it off,
It always finds a way.
People always ask me…
Alice how does it affect your relationships?
I am the girl with the broken clocks on her back.
Constantly in overarching pain,
People cower politely at me,
And think I am insane.
I try to distract myself with hobbies,
Something to help me forget.
Binge watch TV until my eyes glaze over.
Anything to help me reset.
People always ask me…
Alice do you ever think you’ll escape from wonderland?
Lost in this world of wonder,
The wonderland of my existence?
No I don’t think I’ll ever leave.
Even though I’ve tried with great resistance.
Aimlessly wandering through a surreal landscape,
Searching for a way out.
Unburdening myself from these broken clocks,
That have shackled my mind with doubt.
The more I search for answers,
The more lost I become.
Chaos and confusion deepen,
pain and isolation has made me numb.
The Mad Hatter is my confusion.
The Cheshire Cat is my detachment.
The Mad Queen is my anger.
And the timely Rabbit is my entrapment.
But Hope is on the horizon.
And there’s help along the way.
Because Even a broken clock,
Is still right twice a day.
With each step that I take forward,
This empty abyss that I cannot withstand.
I am no longer just Alice
I am Malice in Wonderland.
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