I feel like I'm Alice,

falling down the hole.

Only it doesn't lead

to Wonderland.

And there's nothing

quite wonderful about it.

Instead of happy, colorful swirls

and lovable characters

there's designs of gray

and the people are my demons.

The White Rabbit is there,

with black fur and the Cheshire's grin.

But his name is Depression.

And instead of being obsessed

with being on time,

like his counterpart;

He purposely shows

at the worst possible times.

Ruining good moments

and kidnapping happy thoughts.

The Mad Hatter is there too,

but his name is Anxiety.

His friends,

the Rabbit and Mouse

are nothing but pawns,

aiding him in sending

anxiety-filled thoughts.

Twisting the meaning

of every word you hear,

and everything you say.

And don't forget

the Cheshire Cat;

He's Paranoia.

Why, he's nearly the same.

Crooked grin, wicked thoughts,

confusing words.

Twisting your already

fucked up thoughts

and making you see everyone

through his eyes.

All looking like demons with blank eyes

and even blanker stares.

He shows you the people you care about

as liars and fakers.

Portraying them as actors,

who only pretend to care.

They all get along

just the same

as their wonderland counterparts.

The Hatter, the Rabbit, Cheshire Cat;

renamed Anxiety, Depression, and Paranoia.

Only this rabbit hole leads

to the land of nightmares

and crooked daydreams.

The not so wonderful,

Wonderland.