"Mad"
"Mad as a hatter" they call me
Never bothering to look deeper,
To see more,
To see the person beneath the madness.
All they see is
Violent green eyes,
Vibrant orange hair,
And vacillating moods.
Nothing more,
Nothing less.
Simply "The Mad Hatter"
And perhaps I am,
But she saw more.
The girl from above
Who took a trip down the rabbit hole.
She saw the man behind the madness
"Absolutely bonkers," I may be
But she told me,
"All the best people are."
Alice, the champion of Underland
And the only one to understand.
This "Mad Hatter" had been through more
Than any man should bear.
I'd lost my family
And my life
When "the bloody big head"
Took the throne
And left so many dead,
Everything was gone.
Yet did I give in,
And let my madness win?
No, I planned a revolution
And became a hero.
Yet the people of Underland,
Still coined me "The Mad Hatter"
But she saw more.
"Hatter" she may have called me
But Alice saw more.
Yet, I still must ponder,
My greatest riddle of all,
If she saw more,
Then why did she leave me torn?
A/N: Please read and review!!!! And also look for my other poem from Tarrant's perspective called 'Alice's Lie'