Too many to count
Her alternate worlds
There's one in which
She's an innocent girl
Who's never been hurt
And never destroyed
Who catches the eyes
Of all the boys
There's the one in which
She's been called insane
As if they could fathom
What goes on in her brain
Then there's depravity
A world of desire
Where anything goes
And all admire
Another that offers
Candles and romance
A fantasy, this
For she can't even dance
But all the worlds in Underland
She'd trade in no time flat
To feel a sense of worth again
To put on a different hat
For just a while to be one person
Without the flavors and shades
But hope is futile. This is her life
From now til the end of her days