drive through me leave me bare, abandon me poor

thrive not, heart don't be full
more dis-ease please, get me more out of my essence, moo
me out of my God Given Throne fool,
i belong in the zoo.
show me how bad you can beat me past what I threw
five pieces of glass, my crew
i broke my own heart because i can't stand myself, whew!

i'm now reflecting how best i like my heart, i drool
five pieces of my heart needing some glue.

hive oozing honey stained with poo
i don't know how to nurture my worth so i demand that from you
an impossible feat, i like you prefer a toxic hue.

live deep down, i want more ease and juiciness... but ooh,
that's too much work, i want it on a silver platter, boo!
jive to my disdain you fool,
remind me of my inadequacies like it's in, new
tell me everything wrong with me like i always knew
may my most authentic self never see the view,
die, noone wants to know you, eew!

I hate the fact that your voice gives me butterflies 🦋
I hate the fact that I rush to reply your messages
I hate that I smile when I’m talking to you
It’s a long distance thing
I smile even when you get me angry
Your annoyance makes me blush
Your laughter replays in my head like the lyric of a song I learnt newly and can’t forget
Your voice, a home I found
The way you call me, different from everyone’s

I hate that when your message pops I rush to reply as if it’s something I’ve been waiting for all my life.
Actually it is.

I liked me better when
you hated yourself.
Now that you have found
beauty, I have lost my own.

Are u playing with me?
Because whenever i turn over and see your direction
Your already looking at me like we have some sort of connection
But if i see you in the hallway with your friends
That connection somehow ends

How do u really feel?
Do u really want something real?
I mean your texts tell me one thing
But is this just gonna be a summer fling?
Sometimes i can't even tell you really want me
Because when your with others u say “ who is she”
Like if u didnt know who i am
And i'm over here like “****”
U know it hurts
Feeling like you're dragging me in the dirt

At this point im blocking u
Im sure u would have no clue
Learning to move on is hard
Especially since u left me scarred
But i guess this is life
Even tho it feels like u stabbed me with a knife

I'm not getting revenge
I'll just sit over at our bench
Reminiscing from when i thought u actually cared
At this point i think u just got dared
But i'm over it
Were officially split
I hate how u actually did play with me

I don’t remember when I became friends with the rabbit.  
It must have been when I was too young to know that
Rabbits aren’t supposed to talk or
Keep time with pocket watches.

I quite liked how the clocks spun backwards and the doorways shrunk.
I often laughed at the way colors swirled or
The funny way mirrors distorted images.
But only the rabbit and his friends understood.

Kids at school would laugh when I told them about my tea parties with no tea.
Apparently, the clocks didn’t spin backwards for them.
Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't.
And contrariwise, what it is, it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would.

I learned to hide the fact that the sky was green and the grass was blue.
Picking my personality from my pocket, I became a walking mirror.
Yes, yes, the sky is blue and the grass is green and the clocks spin forwards and the mirrors are not silly and the colors do not swirl and the voices do not wondrously whisper in your ear.

The rabbit would try to console me. (For he was the only one who was not mad.)
I cried and cried and the more I cried the more the sky turned green.
For the first time I begged and pleaded that it would turn to blue. (But it never did.)
I quite liked the world until the rest of the world decided it didn’t like me.

Please do not lock me up again in that awfully small white room, I really did not like it in there.
Please do not burn me at the stake for showing you a glimpse of my world.
Please do not cast me out in sin for being me.
Please let me live in my world, and I will let you live in yours.