The pocket watch

" Who are you?"
As lost as Alice,
as mad s the Hatter,
I guess you could say I'm A wild flower,

sat in a field on my own, Under an oak tree,
reading a book About how perfect life can be,
False Hopes flood my mind,
leaving my Imagination to trail behind,
it stumbled Down a black hole,
chasing a white Figure,
known as false truths and Undefined dreams,
his pocket watch Ticking backwards,
past memories of Happiness,
only remind the future of
Sadness,

he's late, late for what? To change the cards that have been dealt?
Ace of spades queen of hearts,
either way judgement has been passed, convicted of madness,
punishment, drowning in your own sadness,
pills and potions filled with lies,
only there to reassure others in our lives,
that we will soon recover from societies knives.
When we all know the real remedy is "off with their head!",
as the pocket watch in our head can finally stop ticking,
once we are dead.

There once lived a girl
Barely even three
Who wore childish, innocent smiles
And ran around freely.
She spent summer with her sister
Picking lilac flowers,
Rolling down grassy hills
Endless fun for hours.

There once lived a girl
Finally thirteen
Who wore gloss on her lips
And said things she didn’t mean.
She spent summer all alone
Never picking any flowers
Claiming she had better things to do
With her endless summer hours.

There once lived a girl
Sixteen, impossibly thin
Who painted scarlet on her wrists
Because she could never ever win.
She spent summer locked away
Bawling in her room for hours
And there was nothing in the world she wanted
More than lilac flowers.

There once was a girl
Who tried so hard in life
But she couldn’t bear to live
With her sugarcoated strife
And one day she just vanished
So her sister cried for hours
And upon her solemn grave
She laid withering lilac flowers.