My Name is Alice
I wrote this almost 2 years, but am reposting because I feel much the same now, as I did then. I feel lost, like I’ve fallen down some sort of rabbit hole I can’t climb out of.
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Sinking
Falling
Flailing
Down the rabbit hole I go
I’m late, I’m late
for a very important date
of which I have no plan to keep
because only darkness abides there
Drink me,
Eat me,
make me play croquet and drink tea
which I prefer iced
with a sane hatter
though they’re so few and far between
Will that particular caterpillar
ever become a butterfly?
Will what’s in that hookah
make all my troubles disappear?
Off with my head! Off with my head!
the only solution to stop all those crazy thoughts
from becoming things
You! There!
my King of Hearts,
smile at me like a Cheshire Cat
and wake me from my slumber
there’s no judgment in your world
where you feed me tasty morsels
to make me feel (abby) normal again
lest I drown in my own tears
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
Sorry that you feel this way, again. Your poem tells us so well how it is for you. I hope you find your way out of that rabbit hole. Remember you don’t want to go back the same way, find a new way, with a better view, and then keep on going. x
I never seem to get stuck for too long! Thanks Tric!