Father’s eyes too glazed to care
Mother wants to runaway and be
mad as the march hare so tell me
where do I go from here?
Where do rejects like me runaway to?
I’m too old for NeverLand and Peter Pan.
Take me to a place filled with rejects like me
Somewhere I can be free.
I’ve never swam in in the milky way
like I always wanted to, because I’ve
been stuck in a pool of my very own tears.
I’ve chased every rabbit that I could.
I never slayed my jabberwocky.
No one ever invited me to a tea party.
Never stood up to the queen.
I always listened to Jiminy Cricket.
So where does a reject
like me got to?
Where do I go from here?
I was never swept off my feet.
Every lion had a heart full of courage.
There was no place over the rainbow.
I couldn’t wear the ruby slippers.
I wish I could fall asleep in a field of poppies.
I wish I could paint the Queen’s roses.
I wish the pixie dust on my hands wouldn’t wash away.
I wish there was a place for me.
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