I dance with the skeletons in my closet
I locked all my emotions in a locket
Some of my dreams, I buried in a casket
Life it seems is a nightmare need an ice bucket
Girl in her teens can’t understand her body
Never known true friends, familiar with hashtags and emojis
I send blank cheques to my memory bank, hoping to forget
I cry on wet blankets, with my only companion, regret
Writer's block, on a word diet
Bad day to be a poet
But I would imagine out there is another land
One wired differently, a wonderland
Where the moon sets in the ocean
And machines are fueled by emotion
Where the sun is like a puppet, and rises on strings
Nightmares and dreams balancing on triple beams
Horned horses grazing in the clouds
And death makes no sounds
A garden of Eden, ignorant to the fruit of truth
Psychedelic thoughts from the fountain of youth
A world where it’s okay to be different
Just once I want to feel different
Just once I would like to blend in the background
And have pain no longer as my home ground
Don’t wanna stand out for something I stand for
Just wish I could make them understand more
I guess you can’t rise without anticipating the downfall
So I search and wander more
Hoping to stumble in that rabbit hole
I guess the world will never understand
The world likes to misunderstand
Pull your strings and play you like a harp
Standing over the ovation, they watch and clap
Silenced thoughts, I store them like a Librarian
Thrown the key in water and burnt the aquarium
Guess the world will never know the tale of Alice the lesbian
So I have tea parties and dance with the skeletons in my closet
I stay locked in this world, never coming out of my closet