Invisible Alice (or Down the Narcissitic Rabbit Hole)

Down The Rabbit Hole Salvador Dali 1996

Why oh why do I persist

Expecting you to care,

When all these years you tried so hard

To show me I'm not there?

And how I feel about things is

Irrelevant, at best;

Since all that counts is how well

Sheryl Hymphrey

I reflect your best  intent.

(And if my feelings don’t match yours,

And our  perception’s   differ

Then you protest, that   I must express,

That “I'm  probably not making sense.”

And  that these are just the feelings,

Which accompany false  meanings,

Which  I add ,without revealing,

To the story, It's like stealing! 

And these emotions that I’m feeling,

Are the  junk that is concealing

All that’s wisdom and the healing.

(But then why's  my poor head reeling.)

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And when I protest and say:

Scott Gustafson

 “Hey! You’re you, I’m me!

I'm entitled to express my views, aren't I?

And to see things as I see.”

Then you agree completely,

 yes, I'm entitled to speak freely,

So long as I'm meticulous

To admit that I'm rediculous!

It’s alright for me to speak

If I agree whole heartedly

That my   bias  does require me

To have complete transparency.

You demand with great  indignity

That “transformation’s” all you ask of me,

And that to do this with fidelity,

I must with,  true consistency,

Rearrange the way I speak.  

With Landmark words you hurl,

Deconstructing my perceptions,

Like a steel robotic girl.

(Cause how I choose to express myself

Reinforces my false world.)

 

And when I cry, and sob in pain

And say “It really hurts!"

Your answer is reliable:

That’s not real, it's  just those words

I’m using to inaccurately,

Describe the things I think I see,

When, in sad reality,

Down the Rabbit Hole Perry Kahan

I’m trapped inside my own debris.

You say that I   “add meanings,”

And then mistake what I am feeling

For what’s real. You say I'm dreaming,

And I have no clue I’m dealing

With a set of made up meanings.

And it’s the bane of your existence,

My unbending, strange resistance,

That  I’m convinced of my perceptions;

But my life’s based on deception,

Which  I could, upon reflection,

See  the difference and connection,

Between what I'm designing,

And the world that I'm describing.

And you insist with bitter Kvetching:

If I only changed directions,

And relinquish misconception,

Then I'd stop all this insanity

That goes on for eternity,

And see things how they’re meant to be

(Which happens, incidentally,

To match your view of things , wowee! )

And I could, then, finally enter,

This great world that you’ve invented.

And you wouldn't have to find me

In this murky place I’m hiding

Where reality is twisted

And ....why are my eyes misted?

Um....why's my body shaking?

You say I'm "manipulating?"

Putting on a “show of outrage,”

Cause you won’t let me escape?

The story's never ending,

Cause no matter what is pending,

Your cruelty's unrelenting.

You insist that I’m pretending

That I'm barely understanding,’

And your job involves up-ending

These dark  lies that I'm defending.

And when I’ve had enough of this,

And hold out the branch of peace,

You see my image, like a dream,

And nothing that I say, or mean

Can penetrate; your heart’s asleep.

And so you hear your own angry words,

As if it's me, who's speaking,

Thereby justifying

Your counter-attack against my ( imaginary)  demons.

But while you’re busy protecting

Everything you hold as dear,

You miss the chance to notice

That you've caught me by the ear.

And you’re swinging me around the room

Trying to be safe,

Making sure to keep me from far from you,

(Lest I see your feet of clay.)

So here I am and here we are,

It's getting late my love,

It's time to end this sad affair

Though neither of us wants.

To be the one to say good bye,

To say we gave our best,

To say we ought to part ways now,

(I know I need a rest.)

Lewis Carol Mad Hatter's Party

And since I love you, and always have,

And I'm used to being wrong,

I'll be the one to speak for us:

I think this trip is done.

I love you and adore you,

But you drive me half past mad,

So, I'll bid adieu, and fare thee well,

Thanks for all the good that we had!

As they say, my dear, in a song I heard,

Real love doesn’t hurt this bad.

I’m on my way to a bright new  day,

Best of Luck to you,  dear lad!