I'm just like alice,
I'm a strange girl
lonely they say
in my own world
in my own fantasies
where no one can hurt me,
people don't see me as a normal girl
they see me as something rather different,
I've fallen in the rabbit hole of my eating disorder
in which I cant escape
I'm trapped
and I keep going deeper and deeper,
down at the bottom there's a door
a door of perfection
in which I'll never fit into
a door too small for my body
I see myself in
so I must be smaller
so I drink and drink until I'm enough
enough to fit in the door
the waves of my tears are high
rising over my body
as I run in circles on what to do in my life
I fear if I stop running
I’ll be run over
and seen as weak
so I keep and keep on running
until I become weak,
I follow down the path of someone I trust
Im in their home like im welcome
But time passes by and my body grows too big for the house
Im not small enough to fit into
The perfections of the tea and the sandwich’s
And my friend
They look at me like im crazy
Like im from another planet
And I was just too different from the rest,
Then I meet someone
They tell me ways on controlling my body
And how I can be smaller
And even though I’ve never met them before
And only in my dreams im this perfect they show me as
I trust them and take and take and take
Until im finally enough
I walk around this hole
in circles until I see someone
A smile so fake yet so sincere
She tells me were all mad here
and the words echo in my mind
mad? mad? mad
I sit on this chair
In the mad hatters tea party
Food surrounding me
Joy, happiness, hope
what was I doing here?
I smile like everything’s fine
And god everything is mad in this life
as he offered me tea and judged my body
I escape the pain
Roses are being painted red
Thorns are poking the painters to their death
and only I can touch them
blood the same color as the rose
With a smile on my face
She tells me not to paint the world, the roses, in red
But I refuse
my worlds been painted in red
In the hopeless love, the anger, the madness
Of the world and she couldnt just paint
white all over it
like it was fine??
I wake up from my dream
Still in the body I don’t wish to be in
Still the girl who’s still quite mad
And still running in circles
Trying to find her path but lost
Im like Alice they say
Everyone’s mad here.
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 11:45 AM UTC
I'm just like alice,
I'm a strange girl
lonely they say
in my own world
in my own fantasies
where no one can hurt me,
people don't see me as a normal girl
they see me as something rather different,
I've fallen in the rabbit hole of my eating disorder
in which I cant escape
I'm trapped
and I keep going deeper and deeper,
down at the bottom there's a door
a door of perfection
in which I'll never fit into
a door too small for my body
I see myself in
so I must be smaller
so I drink and drink until I'm enough
enough to fit in the door
the waves of my tears are high
rising over my body
as I run in circles on what to do in my life
I fear if I stop running
I’ll be run over
and seen as weak
so I keep and keep on running
until I become weak,
I follow down the path of someone I trust
Im in their home like im welcome
But time passes by and my body grows too big for the house
Im not small enough to fit into
The perfections of the tea and the sandwich’s
And my friend
They look at me like im crazy
Like im from another planet
And I was just too different from the rest,
Then I meet someone
They tell me ways on controlling my body
And how I can be smaller
And even though I’ve never met them before
And only in my dreams im this perfect they show me as
I trust them and take and take and take
Until im finally enough
I walk around this hole
in circles until I see someone
A smile so fake yet so sincere
She tells me were all mad here
and the words echo in my mind
mad? mad? mad
I sit on this chair
In the mad hatters tea party
Food surrounding me
Joy, happiness, hope
what was I doing here?
I smile like everything’s fine
And god everything is mad in this life
as he offered me tea and judged my body
I escape the pain
Roses are being painted red
Thorns are poking the painters to their death
and only I can touch them
blood the same color as the rose
With a smile on my face
She tells me not to paint the world, the roses, in red
But I refuse
my worlds been painted in red
In the hopeless love, the anger, the madness
Of the world and she couldnt just paint
white all over it
like it was fine??
I wake up from my dream
Still in the body I don’t wish to be in
Still the girl who’s still quite mad
And still running in circles
Trying to find her path but lost
Im like Alice they say
Everyone’s mad here.
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