A/N: This is a poem I wrote about Alice's time in an Asylum. I wrote it, I claim copyright. Please don't steal it. Thank you. As always, R&R please! Even if it's too say you hated it. Reviews make me feel good.....hint hint.
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They come and stare at me
As if I'm anything to look at
I hear them whispering
As if I'm anything to talk about
I know they wonder about me
As if I'm anything to think about
Because I'm nothing special
I'm nothing at all
Because I'm the Crazy Girl
Sitting in her straight jacket
Staring into space
Whilst everyone else stares at me
Believing I don't know they're there
Fooled into thinking I don't think
Stupid people
They think they know everything
Just because they're out there
And not in here
But they know nothing
And they'll never know anything
Because they'll never sit here
Wrapped in a straight jacket
Whilst people stare at them
They'll never know
What it feels like to be me
What it feels like to know these things
Like which of them will die first
And if that woman really is pregnant
They don't know
Never have
Never will
But I do
Always have
Always will
I'm not crazy
I'm just misunderstood
By an awful lot