Mad As a Hatter

Alice in Wonderland Was my favorite book as a kid I used to pretend that I was Alice Having tea with the Mad Hatter And the March Hare But now I pretend that I am the Mad Hatter For my mind is unhinging itself Breaking away from reality Till I can no longer recall What is real and what is a dream My emotions often get the best of me But I have learned to smother them But sometimes like a pot on the stove It boils over and out And I can't contain it My mind is and becomes a freight train Ramming itself against my skull At 8, 11, at 1 in the morning It is constantly running And it never stops I can't tell anyone about this They'll think I'm insane But what can I say My mind is my own Wonderland And I am but just the Mad Hatter