Scattered. Shattered. Feeling like the Mad Hatter. Do I even matter? Wait; was that her? Who? The lady with the dress. Making my life a mess. Guess. Yes. Here. There. She's everywhere. Everywhere! Who? The lady with the smile. That Sinister grin. Why is she here? Where has she been? She taunts. She haunts. She flaunts. She won't go away. I see her. I feel her. Every day. She has me shattered. Scattered. Feeling like the Mad Hatter
- Author: mindysueh ( Offline)
- Published: October 28th, 2017 08:05
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 12
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.