I love myself most Even if that means Loving myself Alone
I lie to myself I try to make The wrongs right And I write to create A little world of my belonging Wherein I am King Boundless and all powerful yet So weak and so At the whim of my word and with a tint of the tone I could tumble down to Rumble with Alice because In reality, I'm mad as a hatter And I'm still sad as **** but smothering it in the Chloroform clarity of faith A new familiar vantage So blinding it makes me question The similarities regarding the mental status Of myself and the Hatter I guess we're one In the same cause you know All of us are really Swing dancing and jitterbugging Just hopefully not twerking out and in the bounds of sanity So I guess whats best Is to mind my own and Live life as if I were my most Idolized history book heroine Take some names and never No for an answer Because if all is one and one is all Then I only need myself to be there when I fall