Inside Out

So you might think I look ok,
Kinda normal in a geeky-goth way.
But I always dream and dream of the world
Where I’m the ‘trembling, adored, tousled bird-mad girl’.
And I long to have a writing-desk,
Like a raven in a riddle,
‘But there’s something inside,
Trying to eat its way out from the middle’.

drat and bother

I can’t say that I feel lost,
For as the Cheshire Cat would know,
That would all depend on where I wanted to go.

Seeing how I don’t,
We could always ask The Hatter,
Because if I am truly lost, the answer doesn’t matter.

As long as there is cake,
Because we’re all mad here.