There's a place.
Its crazy and you're always blamed.
Its not wonderland.
That's a shame,
But they always play.
Its not wonderland.
They smile and are not lame.
Always playing their childish games.
Its not wonderland.
They are not the same.
This place makes them go insane.
Its not wonderland.
No one is plain.
There's no being saved.
Its not wonderland.
This is the mind of a monster that has no humane.
Their fun consist of tying you up in chains.
Its not wonderland.
I am the monster that controls this place.
This is where my fun begins and yours goes away.
It was never wonderland.
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Even If Its Not
PoetryThis is just a bunch of stuff I write, whether its poetry or not, it still holds meaning to my self being, aka my humanity in a way. Also, its from a note book I've been writing in when ever I cant sleep or feel down so I hope you enjoy.
