Dorthy's Nightmare
Clicking my heels togetherHoping that maybe,
Just maybe
I'll wake up at home
Realizing this was only a nightmare.
Munchin sized problems
Only as it seemed
Could it be?
That small little voice was trying to kill me?
My "Fairy Godmother" is fake?
Little and Pink,
With vicious viper fangs
Behind all the "Pretty":
Displays of confusion
Lyes the evil, wretched person
We know as ourselves
Blinded by who we think we are
But have you taken a second glance?
In the mirror: Only a reflection of colors
So how can we tell what we look like, see like, think?
Close your eyes, find your way back home,
Click
One, Two, Three.
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